THE BOOK OF THE TARPON 



world, and it jumped into the canoe because it is 

 time for lunch. They always come aboard ex- 

 actly at noon. I have often set my watch by 

 them." 



While I was speaking, the Camera-man 

 turned the canoe toward the shore and we ran 

 through the light surf till the canoe touched the 

 sand when, stepping overboard, we ran it high 

 up on the beach. 



"That was very nicely done," said the Girl, 

 "and if only I had a frying-pan and a fire and a 

 little lard and a few dishes I'd cook that fish, for 

 I am so hungry." 



"What did you suppose we came ashore for, 

 child? We are going to eat that pompano down 

 to its very last bone." 



"How will you cook it? You haven't a fry- 

 ing-pan or a portable kitchen about you." 



"I wouldn't insult a fish of that high char- 

 acter by frying it. It is to be broiled and the 

 process will begin before it is through flapping. 

 Every old camper carries all the kitchen things 

 that are ever needed in the woods and I have 

 them a filled match box and a little bag of salt. 

 So you can get busy setting the table." 



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