Jim said he'd had it there a long time, to coat it over so and make a ball of it.

It was as big a fish as was ever catched in the Mississippi, I reckon.

Jim said he hadn't ever seen a bigger one.

He would a been worth a good deal over at the village.

They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meat's as white as snow and makes a good fry.
Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring up some way.