was Nature's simple direction, without her 

 explanations, — turned swiftly back to the 

 sea, and almost within the hour was resting 

 in his old den under the rocks again. 



Here he stayed all summer long. While 

 other salmon moved off in successive shoals 

 and battled their way up the river, Kopseep, 

 whose migratory fever seemed to be cured 

 by the thrust of a loon's bill, gave himself 

 up to the unlimited abundance of the ocean, 

 and discovered for himself, one day, a new 

 and delicious food supply. It was late in the 

 summer, after the caplin had passed by, and 

 Kopseep, after his wont, was gliding in and 

 out of the green forest arches and poking 

 his hungry nose into every den among 

 the rocks. In a little arched doorway with 

 some waving green weeds for a curtain his 

 nose touched something soft, which instantly 

 shrank back closer to the sheltering rock. 

 Kopseep pulled it out promptly and found a 

 small lobster, which was hiding there waiting 

 for his new shell to grow. A delicious taste, 

 the most wonderful he had ever experienced, 

 filled his mouth as he bolted the morsel. 



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 of Kopseep 



