Each time she pleaded with him coaxingly to follow her.

The second and third times Baree wriggled and wagged his tail, but beyond those demonstrations of his satisfaction with the turn his affairs had taken he would not go.
When the string tightened around his neck, he braced himself; once he growled--again he snapped viciously at the babiche.

So Nepeese continued to carry him.
They came at last into a clearing.

It was a tiny meadow in the heart of the forest, not more than three or four times as big as the cabin.
Underfoot the grass was soft and green, and thickly strewn with flowers.

Straight through the heart of this little oasis trickled a streamlet across which the Willow jumped with Baree under her arm, and on the edge of the rill was a small wigwam made of freshly cut spruce and balsam boughs.