It was the head of a
stranger, a stranger so big that Jerry felt very, very small and
hoped with all his might that the stranger would not see him.
Jerry held his breath as the stranger swam past and then climbed out
on the dam. He looked very much like Jerry himself, only ever and
ever so much bigger. And his tail! Jerry had never seen such a tail.
It was very broad and flat. Suddenly the big stranger turned and
looked straight at Jerry.
"Hello, Jerry Muskrat!" said he. "Don't you know me?"
Jerry was too frightened to speak.
"I'm your big cousin from the North; I'm Paddy the Beaver, and if
you leave my dam alone, I think we'll be good friends," continued
the stranger.
"I -- I -- I hope so," said Jerry in a very faint voice, trying to
be polite, but with his teeth chattering with fear.
CHAPTER XXII: Jerry Loses His Fear
"Oh, tell me, you and you and you,
If it may hap you've ever heard
Of all that wond'rous is and great
The greatest is the spoken word?"
It's true.
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