Paddy the Beaver kept right on working
just as if he hadn’t any visitors. You
see, it is a big undertaking to build a dam. And
when that was done there was a house to build and a
supply of food for the winter to cut and store.
Oh, Paddy the Beaver had no time for idle gossip,
you may be sure! So he kept right on building
his dam. It didn’t look much like a dam
at first, and some of Paddy’s visitors turned
up their noses when they first saw it. They had
heard stories of what a wonderful dam-builder Paddy
was, and they had expected to see something like the
smooth, grass-covered bank with which Farmer Brown
kept the Big River from running back on his low lands.
Instead, all they saw was a great pile of poles and
sticks which looked like anything but a dam.
“Pooh!” exclaimed Billy
Mink, “I guess we needn’t worry about the
Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool, if that is the
best Paddy can do. Why, the water of the Laughing
Brook will work through that in no time.”
Of course Paddy heard him, but he
said nothing, just kept right on working.
“Just look at the way he has
laid those sticks!” continued Billy Mink.
“Seems as if anyone would know enough to lay
them across the Laughing Brook instead of just the
other way. I could build a better dam than that.”
Paddy said nothing; he just kept right on working.
“Yes, Sir,” Billy boasted.
“I could build a better dam than that.
Why, that pile of sticks will never stop the water.”
“Is something the matter with
your eyesight, Billy Mink?” inquired Jerry Muskrat.
“Of course not!” retorted Billy indignantly.
“Why?”
“Oh, nothing much, only you
don’t seem to notice that already the Laughing
Brook is over its banks above Paddy’s dam,”
replied Jerry, who had been studying the dam with
a great deal of interest.
Billy looked a wee bit foolish, for
sure enough there was a little pool just above the
dam, and it was growing bigger.
Sammy was terribly put out to think
that anything should be going on that he didn’t
know about first. You know he is very fond of
prying into the affairs of other people, and he loves
dearly to boast that there is nothing going on in
the Green Forest or on the Green Meadows that he doesn’t
know about. So now his pride was hurt, and he
was in a terrible rage as he started after the Merry
Little Breezes for the place deep in the Green Forest
where they said Paddy the Beaver was at work.
He didn’t believe a word of it, but he would
see for himself.
Paddy still kept at work, saying nothing.
He was digging in front of the dam now, and the mud
and grass he dug up he stuffed in between the ends
of the sticks and patted them down with his hands.
He did this all along the front of the dam and on top
of it, too, wherever he thought it was needed.
Of course this made it harder for the water to work
through, and the little pond above the dam began to
grow faster. It wasn’t a great while before
it was nearly to the top of the dam, which at first
was very low. Then Paddy brought more sticks.
This was easier now, because he could float them down
from where he was cutting. He would put them
in place on the top of the dam, then hurry for more.
Wherever it was needed, he would put in mud. He
even rolled a few stones in to help hold the mass.
So the dam grew and grew, and so did
the pond above the dam. Of course, it took a
good many days to build so big a dam, and a lot of
hard work! Every morning the little people of
the Green Forest and the Green Meadow would visit
it, and every morning they would find that it had
grown a great deal in the night, for that is when
Paddy likes best to work.
By this time, the Laughing Brook had
stopped laughing, and down in the Smiling Pool there
was hardly water enough for the minnows to feel safe
a minute. Billy Mink had stopped making fun of
the dam, and all the little people who live in the
Laughing Brook and Smiling Pool were terribly worried.
To be sure, Paddy had warned them
of what he was going to do, and had promised that
as soon as his pond was big enough, the water would
once more run in the Laughing Brook. They tried
to believe him, but they couldn’t help having
just a wee bit of fear that he might not be wholly
honest. You see, they didn’t know him, for
he was a stranger. Jerry Muskrat was the only
one who seemed absolutely sure that everything would
be all right. Perhaps that was because Paddy
is his cousin, and Jerry couldn’t help feeling
proud of such a big cousin and one who was so smart.
So day by day the dam grew, and pond
grew, and one morning Grandfather Frog, down in what
had once been the Smiling Pool, heard a sound that
made his heart jump for joy. It was a murmur
that kept growing and growing, until at last it was
the merry laugh of the Laughing Brook. Then he
knew that Paddy had kept his word, and water would
once more fill the Smiling Pool.