FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



Lomay has succeeded, I do not know how, in 

 reeUng in his Hne and still keeping the canoe 

 aright. He wastes no time in using a net, but 

 lifts the fish into the boat, without waiting even 

 to kill. 



Now my beauty tires a bit, then spurts in another 

 direction. Guiding as best I can, and swinging 

 him completely over to the other side, I feel him 

 pulling like a restive horse, trying to swim away 

 with everything. But we are in deep water ; I 

 give him the butt, and he tires again, sullen in his 

 wrath, surging deeper, deeper, toward the bottom. 

 A sharp pull starts him from this mood. Again he 

 flies from the top of a wave high into the air. All 

 is ready for him ; the line holds him safe when he 

 touches the water. He tries pulling against all 

 the opposing forces, and even seeks to make a run 

 under the boat. Here he fails, as he is strongly 

 held, and gradually eases away, until suddenly 

 he dashes a short distance, immediately making 

 another leap, shaking his grand old head and 

 body in an effort to throw out the hook that holds 

 him fast. Once more he fails and darts away, but 

 grows a trifle weaker in his rush. Now he is 

 being reeled in. This time he is seen lying on 

 his side. He looks as if he soon would be our 

 " meat." But not so at all. As he sees the boat, 



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