"We may as well go on, Tot," she said, as she arranged the luncheon; "for this isn't a pleasant place to stop in, and we should never be able to climb over those high mountains." "Never could," agreed Tot, as he bit into a sandwich. "What a queer place this is," she continued, looking around them. "I don't believe anyone has ever been here before. Let us give it a name. That's what all explorers do. We'll call it Stony Vale." "All right," said Tot, contentedly. Then he stretched out his arm and pointed to something that was moving among the stones. "See!" he said. "Funny man." "Why, I really believe it is, Tot!" exclaimed the girl, looking toward the place. "No, it isn't a man; it's a bear." "Bear!" repeated Tot, with wide open eyes. "Funny bear!" Halfway up the valley they saw a shaggy-looking creature sitting upon a rock. It seemed to have the form of a man, as Tot had first declared; but it was covered with long, thick hair, which made Dot decide it must be a bear. Whatever it was, the creature was surely alive, and it had also seen the boat, for the next moment it rose from the rock and came bounding down to the shore of the river, leaping from stone to stone, and moving so swiftly that its long hair streamed out behind it in the wind. The boat was now being carried by the current directly toward the shore, and soon its front end touched softly upon the gravelly beach. At the same time the strange creature drew closer to them and sat down upon a big stone only a few feet away. Dot and Tot had been watching it, and now saw that what they had taken for a bear was an old man, with whiskers and hair so long that they reached down to the soles of his feet, and probably would have grown still longer had not the rough stones worn away the ends of the hair. Not a bit of his body could be seen; the flowing white hair covered him everywhere like a gown, except upon the top of his head, which was smooth and bald. So thick, indeed, was the covering that when he stretched out his arms, the old man could only push his hands and wrists through the masses of hair. The curious appearance of this strange person surprised the children, and they remained for some time staring at him without trying to say a word. The hairy man looked at them, in return with equal interest, and was the first to speak, saying in a mild, sad voice: "Strangers, who are you?" "I'm Dot, sir," answered the girl. "Dot Freeland." "She's Dot F'eelun'," repeated Tot. "And this is my friend, Tot Thompson," she continued. "I'm Tot Tompum," said Tot gravely. "Oh," replied the man. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm the Watch-Dog of Merryland." "What a queer name!" exclaimed Dot. "Why do they call you that?" "Because I'm placed here to keep everyone from passing through the archway that spans the river into the fair and happy valleys of Merryland." "How can you keep them from passing through?" asked the girl. "Why, tell them they mustn't, of course."