We had not long to wait. Soon I
saw Joe in the other canoe hauling in his line, and a few minutes
after there was a tug at mine. I got a nice little one. I had my
line out a second time for just a short while when there was a
harder tug on it, and I knew I had a big one. We had no gaff, and
Job said we had better go ashore to land him. We did, and I was
just pulling him up the beach when he gave one mighty leap and was
gone. When my line came in I found the heavy wire which held the
hooks had been straightened out, and he had gone off with them in
his mouth. Joe's fish was a big one, about fifteen pounds, the men
thought. Job said mine was bigger.
We had lunch on an island that day. The men boiled the whole of
the big fish, except a little that they fried for me. George ate
the head boiled, which be says is the best part. It was all
delicious. I cleaned my little one carefully, and placing some
willow boughs about it, laid it in the shade until we should be
starting. Then after all my care we went away and forgot it. On
the island we found the whitened antlers and skull of a young
caribou stag. Joe cut off one of the points, and I used it after
that to wind my trolling line.
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