Hitherto it had fairly swarmed with fish--lake trout, suckers, chub, red fins, and so on.

But that spring some scoundrel had dynamited the waters for the sake of the big lake trout.

Few fish had survived the outrage.

And even so clever a fisherman as Dagger Bill would have gone hungry most of the time had he not been clever enough to vary his bill of fare.
"'If we can't have all the bread we want,' he said to the family, 'we must try to get along on cake!'" "Dagger Bill _might_ get _bread_ from some camp," interrupted the Babe thoughtfully, being a matter-of-fact child.

"But _what_ could he know about _cake_, Uncle Andy ?" "Oh, come on! You know what I mean!" protested Uncle Andy, aggrieved at the Babe's lack of a sense of humor.