Lying flat on the logs, keeping perfectly quiet, waiting till the minnows came close, we would make swift passes with our hands.

Our prizes we ate on the spot, wriggling and moist.

We did not notice the lack of salt.
The mouth of the slough became our favorite playground.

Here we spent many hours each day, catching fish and playing on the logs, and here, one day, we learned our first lessons in navigation.

The log on which Lop-Ear was lying got adrift.