Dat is deir work.

I knows it, I knows it, and I will pound 'em all up when I gits home." Looking about his person, he found that one of the hooks, catching in his clothes, had brought the line to shore; and, as his involuntary bath had not really been unpleasant, he was able to continue his labor.
But, before going out upon the tree he examined the roots to satisfy himself that no further mischief had been perpetrated by his hopeful sons.

Feeling assured upon this point, he again passed out on the tree, and was soon engaged in fishing as before, totally unmindful of the broad grins of the delighted Shawnees who had witnessed his discomfiture.
The fish bit readily.

In a short time he had taken enough to insure him a welcome reception in his own wigwam.

He was debating with himself whether it would not be better to return, especially as his pipe had been extinguished by his immersion, when a piece of bark floated down toward him and caught against his line.
There certainly was nothing remarkable in this.