In the afternoon I dressed myself up in water-proof coat, boots and hat, and went out fishing.

I went down to the water and fished along the banks for an hour, but caught nothing of any consequence.

This was a great disappointment, for we had expected to live on fresh fish for a great part of the time while we were camping.
With plenty of fish, we could do without meat very well.
We talked the matter over on my return, and we agreed that as it seemed impossible to depend upon a supply of fish, from the waters about our camp, it would be better to let old John bring fresh meat from the butcher, and as neither of us liked crackers, we also agreed that he should bring bread.
Our greatest trouble, that evening, was to make a fire.

The wood, of which there was a good deal lying about under the trees, was now all wet and would not burn.

However, we managed to get up a fire in the stove, but I did not know what we were going to do in the morning.