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'at h'all stick h'up wid flies an' e' wip, an wip, an wip de water 

 an' de feesh h'only laugh at 'eem. Bym' by 'e say, " you change 

 de place wid me?" an' I'll say, "all right, dat make nottin' for 

 me," an' we change but de feesh change too ! 



Well, I'll tol' you something fonny ; 



Once when I'll diden't go on de bush, I'll stay wid XLste 

 Broullette my broder-an-law dat winter ; an' 'e tell me very 

 h'early 'bout six or' eight o'clock one morning, "Melchior, take 

 de cow down for drink on de h'ice." 



So I'll get h'up, pull on my moccasins w'at 'ave de red flannin 

 round de h'ancle, Injun way, an I'll cut de 'ole on de h'ice, an' de 

 cow drink. 



Bagosh, it was make col' ! Dere was more nor forty cow on de 

 h'ice, an' w'en dey h'all stan' roun de 'ole, dey press de h'ice down 

 'an de water h'up. I'll stan' dere, 'an I'll don' see de water came 

 on my feet but bym'by I'll feel somet'in give me 'ard pull on de 

 foot, an' I'll give de foot a kick an somet'in come, an' w'en I'll 

 look on de h'ice Bagosh ! .I'll see de big trouts most four poun's 

 long. Well de minute 'e strike de h'ice, 'e's curl h'up like a 

 barr'l 'oop, an' de col' was so quick, it freeze 'eem solid, before 'e 

 ondo' eemself. 



I'll tink dat arrive like dis : de cow make de water warm w'en 

 dey take deir win' for drink, an' de feesh come h'out dat warm 

 water an' strike dat snow wid nottin' on 'em, e's jus' curl h'up 

 an freeze at de same time. 



Well, Bagosh ! I'll fin' dat fonny an I'll laugh mos' for split my- 

 self w'en I'll see dat trouts freeze wid 'es tail on 'es mout. 



An 'den I'll feel 'nodder pull an' I'll give nodder kick an' h'out 

 came nodder trouts jus' so big like de firs,' an' de minute 'e fin' 

 'e's strike de col' snow 'e curl h'up an' freeze h'all de same like de 

 firs'. 



Well, Sir, I'll never see nottin like dat.' So I'll jus' stan' dere 

 by de 'ole an' de cow stan' dere too an' look h'on, an every time 

 I'll kick I'll bring de trouts till dere was mos' a bushel an' a 'alf 

 011 de h'ice, all froze h'up stiff on rings, an' my leg was so sore 

 I'll can't hardly move 'eem. But I'll woulden't stop for dat,' an 

 I'll vvouJden't be stop yet, h'only I'll kick up two BARBOTTES cat- 

 feesh you'll call 'em Dey was big too, more big nor any of de 

 trouts, but w'en I'll go for feesh I'll go for sport an' not for bar- 

 botte. 



An' I'll stop. I'll always know w'en I'll 'ave enough, me. 



