When the beavers worked, they lay in the shade, and looked on.
You were about opening your throat-practisings among the beavers, were ye?
A gang of miners worked like beavers in the bed of the stream.
Yes, I have trapped thereabouts for months, but the beavers are scarce now.
The others shared my feelings, and we worked like beavers till midnight.
“I am head warrior of the nation of beavers,” answered the other.
It was a sound which all beavers are taught to obey instantly and without question.
This was the beavers' season of rest and they made the most of it.
The beavers had no fear, however, for old Ahmeek had prepared for just such an emergency.
In that event nothing could have saved the beavers from their enemies.