It seemed to him that nothing less than the Great Sturgeon, which lived far down the river, must have grabbed him by the feet." "Wish it had been!" said the Babe.
"Just you wait!" said Uncle Andy.

"Well, the next minute he looked down, and, lo and behold! all the water underneath him was alive with swimming muskrats, darting up and closing in upon him.

Three or four already had their sharp teeth in his feet.

He was mad and frightened, I can tell you.
"He struggled and flopped, but his short wings could not raise him from the water with those weights fastened upon his feet.

Then his black head shot under, and he jabbed savagely this way and that, making dreadful wounds in those soft, furry bodies.