Then a summer duck came with young ones.

One by one he took them, and at last got her.

He drives all ducks away, so I set many night lines for him.

I got some little snappers, eight and ten pounds each.
They were good to eat, and three times already I took Bosikado on the hooks, but each time when I pulled him up to the canoe, he broke my biggest line and went down.

He was as broad as the canoe; his claws broke through the canoe skin; he made it bulge and tremble.