When we fell to playing, after breakfast, on the second day away from the caves, Lop-Ear led me a chase through the trees and down to the river.

We came out upon it where a large slough entered from the blueberry swamp.

The mouth of this slough was wide, while the slough itself was practically without a current.

In the dead water, just inside its mouth, lay a tangled mass of tree trunks.
Some of these, what of the wear and tear of freshets and of being stranded long summers on sand-bars, were seasoned and dry and without branches.

They floated high in the water, and bobbed up and down or rolled over when we put our weight upon them.
Here and there between the trunks were water-cracks, and through them we could see schools of small fish, like minnows, darting back and forth.
Lop-Ear and I became fishermen at once.