How Kola.

Many years back, during the long nights of the summer moon they came from the Parks Service, and wanted to make pictures of me and Anahareo. So we were not much for having the men bunk in our cabin. The men drank and smelled of chew, and would throw bottles at Jellyroll and Rawhide. The beavers would slap their tails at the camera, but knew me and Anahareo would protect them. So here is what the men made as their motion picture, which I will share with you before telling my story.

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How Kola.

Nearly four months now the Canada geese flew south and the snow is very deep. It is long timesince I wrot to you, but I have gone a long ways and folled some hard trails since that time. The little wee sorryful animals I tol you about sit around me tonight, and so they dont get tired and go away I write to you now. I guess they like to see me workin. (more…)