'"Why, I'm frozen to me sowl!" cried Jimmy, as he changed the rat bag to his other hand, and beat the empty one against his leg.

"Say, Dannie, where do you think the Kingfisher is wintering ?" "And the Black Bass," answered Dannie.

"Where do ye suppose the Black Bass is noo ?" "Strange you should mintion the Black Bass," said Jimmy.

"I was just havin' a little talk about him with a frind of mine named Chickie-dom, no, Chickie-dee, who works a grub stake back there.

The Bass might be lyin' in the river bed right under our feet.