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now WE PERSUADE A YOUNG BULLOCK. 
the natives pointing to a scruhby-looking little pony and 
intimating that he also was a great fish-eater. 
^yc asked if the milk never tasted fishy, and they 
pointed to the grass and to the sun, which wo took to 
mean that, during the summer and as long as their hay 
lasted, they were not fed on fish. I could not help going 
back a great many years and recalling a taste of wild 
onions that had saved a whole dairy of milk from the 
unlawful attentions of a party of wearied hunters, of 
whom I was one, and wondering which of the two — fish 
or onions — would be most calculated to afford protection 
to the daiiymen under similar circumstances. 
We had now been on shore some time, and, as it was 
a long walk to the boats and our pui'chases were far 
from light, we began to make up our bundles and pre- 
pare for the return. We found considcral)le difficulty at 
first in persuading a young bullock as to the propriety 
of accompanying us; but, finally, through the instru- 
mentality of a strong lino around his horns and three 
or four tough switches about his roar, he was induced to 
make ver}^ good time as far as the boat, where he was 
tied securely, stowed under the thwarts and trans- 
ported on board of the “John.” 
On our way down we passed a small stream where 
some of the natives were preparing to catch their usual 
daily supply of salmon, and some of us lingered behind 
the main party to see how they succeeded and to carry a 
few fresh ones on board for supper. 
I have seen fish caught in all parts of the world by 
dozens of nations and in a dozen diflerent ways, but 
