Baree's

The Willow was tying a knot in Baree's babiche, and she rose slowly to her feet and looked at Pierrot.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

With this day they resumed the comradeship interrupted by Baree's temporary desertion.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

Nepeese was listening to the growl that was again in Baree's throat.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

Baree's rock, instead of rising for a hundred feet or more straight up, was possibly as high as a man's head.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

Baree's teeth had sunk deep, and there was a troubled look in the factor's face.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

And now, for the first time in many weeks, a bit of the old-time eagerness put speed into Baree's feet.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

This rabbit was the climax in the first chapter of Baree's education.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

Between them they heard the click of Baree's jaws as he rested his muzzle on the Willow's arm.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

McTaggart was not as skillful as Pierre Eustach in keeping the scent of his hands from the traps and "houses," and every now and then the smell of him was strong in Baree's nose.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903

The attachment was greater than ever on Baree's part.

Baree, Son of Kazan James Oliver Curwood 1903