turned to go back to the village and tell what he had discovered.

Just as he turned he tripped on something. And something clinked
beneath his feet. It didn't sound like a stone. So Brownie Beaver
looked down to see what was there.

Now, in his anger he had quite forgotten the great storm. But as he
saw what had tripped him he remembered it again. But he was no longer
worried.

"Hurrah!" Brownie cried. "Here's just what I need!" And then he
hurried back home again--but not to tell about the trees that had been
stolen. He hastened home to _chain down his house_ and save it from
the great wind. For Brownie Beaver had found a chain, which the
loggers had used to haul the logs out of the woods, and had forgotten.

It was almost dark when Brownie reached his house in the village in
the pond. He was never a very good walker. And dragging that heavy
chain behind him through the forest only made him slower than ever.
Sometimes the chain caught on a bush and tripped him. But Brownie was
so pleased with his find that he only laughed whenever he fell, for he
was not hurt.

The whole village gathered round his house to watch him while he tied
the chain on it and anchored the ends of the chain to the bottom of
the pond with a big stone.

"Why do you do that?" people asked.

"He's afraid of the cyclone to-morrow," Tired Tim piped up, without