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a hollow made in the gravel contains the eggs 
and milt, which are covered over and abandoned— 
the young fish, on its emergence from the egg, 
taking care of itself as best it can. 
One may journey a long way to witness a 
prettier or more picturesque sight than Round- 
fish harvesting on the Sumass prairie: the 
prairie bright and lovely ; the grass fresh, green, 
and waving lazily; various wild flowers, peeping 
coyly out from their cosy hiding-places, seem 
making the most of the summer; a fresh, joyous 
hilarity everywhere, pervading even the Indians, 
whose lodges in great numbers lie scattered about. 
From the edges of the pine-forest, where the 
little streams came out from the dark shadow 
into the sunshine, up to the lake, the prairie was 
like afair. Indians, old and young; chiefs, braves, 
squaws, children, and slaves; were alike busy in 
capturing the round-fish, that were swarming up 
the streams in thousands: so thick were they that 
baits and traps were thrown aside, and hands, 
baskets, little nets, and wooden bowls did the 
work; it was only requisite to stand in the 
stream and bale out the fish. Thousands were 
drying, thousands had been eaten, and as many 
more were wasting and decomposing on the 
bank. Supposing every fish escaping the Indians, 
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