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him. He didn’t even stop to think about foxes. 
Besides, he knew now his father and mother 
could take care of any fox. He just went to 
sleep. 
The family went a long way on this expedition, 
and Brownie saw much of the world. But three 
things stood out, above all, in his memory of it. 
First, there was the big lake they came to, with a 
great wire screen across the inlet, so they had to 
climb out and walk around. In this lake were 
great, swift fish, like none Brownie had ever 
chased before, big, fighting fish that were not to 
be captured without a long, arduous pursuit and 
sometimes almost a fight at the end, but which 
were so delicious that they were worth all the 
trouble. In a word, salmon! The State had 
carefully imported them, and put them in this 
lake, for the benefit of fishermen. Well, Brownie 
was a fisherman, and he was duly grateful, though 
he had paid none of the taxes—which is rather 
human, after all. 
The second thing which stood out in his mem- 
ory was a vast river, flowing so wide and deep 
that it seemed like a moving lake, with strange 
