A DAT JFITH MASCALONGE 



" Thank you, Brissette ; but we haven't got him 

 into the boat, and he may give us trouble yet." 



" For sure our lunge. I jomp in wataire, and 

 pull him on shore, like ministaire and school- 

 mastaire, ha ! ha ! " 



" Well, not just now, Brissette. He is cooling 

 down all right, and when all the fight is out of 

 him, I will lead him around to you when you 

 can slip your thumb and fingers into his gills, and 

 lift him into the boat." 



Ten minutes more passed away, and the fierce 

 fighter is subdued, and the struggle is at an end. 

 He is now content to be led about as gently as a 

 fingerling. The line is reeled in, and, as he nears 

 the gunwale, the hand of Brissette has laid firm 

 hold in the gills, and soon the monster is writhing 

 on the bottom of the boat. A merciful blow at 

 the base of the skull ends the struggle, and Bris- 

 sette pulled for the shore. 



Congratulations are next in order, and liba- 

 tions, of funny-guggle water, with many a votre 

 sante. 



As the shadows of evening gather, a proud pro- 

 cession moved through the village street to the 

 surprise and wonderment of passers-by, who were 

 generous with congratulations and praise. 



At last the village store was reached, where the 

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