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ekis stood when he pulled in the net, He 

 gave one searching glance in every direc- 

 tion, and then he set to work. Seizing the 

 rope in his teeth, Caesar strongly pulled 

 upon it, while he rapidly backed up some 

 distance on the trail. Then walking on the 

 rope to the water's edge as it lay on the 

 ground, to keep the pressure of the current 

 from dragging it in, he again took a fresh 

 grip upon it and repeated the process. This 

 he did until the sixty feet of rope were 

 hauled in, and the end of the net was reached 

 to which it was attached. The net he now 

 hauled in little by little, keeping his feet 

 firmly on it to securely hold it down. As he 

 drew it up, several varieties of inferior fish, 

 such as suckers, or mullets, pike or jackfish, 

 were at first observed. To them Caesar paid 

 no attention. He was after the delicious 

 whitefish, which dogs as well as human be- 

 ings prefer to those of other kinds. 



When he had hauled in perhaps twenty 

 feet of the net he was rewarded by the sight 

 of a fine white-fish. Still holding the net 

 with its struggling captives securely down 

 with his feet, he began to devour this white- 

 fish, which was so much more dainty than 

 the coarser fish srenerallv thrown to him. 



