... slashing assaults of the other beaver. The water was lashed to such a turmoil that the waves spread all over the pond, washing up to the Boy’s feet on the crest of the dam, and swaying the bronze-green ... but alarming tradition. And now his appearance, yesterday and to-day, filled them with terror. That vision of the Boy, standing tall and ominous on the dam, and afterwards going forward and backward ... using larger stones, instead of mud and turf, in their operations––and floating them down the dam, pretty obviously, was intended to reinforce the upper, by backing a foot and a half of water...