The furrier displayed a beautifully tanned beaverskin that had been preserved for decades.

The traders stacked the beaverskins carefully to keep them dry before the long journey home.

Hiking along the Columbia River in the Beaver State reminded me why I love Pacific Northwest landscapes.

The creature's beaverlike tail and persistent, industrious behavior puzzled the biologists.

The busy beavers worked through the night to reinforce the dam before the storm arrived.

The mother guided her curious beaverling back to the lodge before dusk.

A curious beaverkin paddled beside its mother, watching as she repaired the lodge.

A weary farmer told me he spent the summer repairing fences after a land-beaver burrowed near his barn.

The beaverteens splashed excitedly in the river as the sun set.

The tailor preferred beaverteen for the workers' uniforms because the shorn, coarse twilled cotton held up under harsh use and kept its color.