Don't come near him! If he sticks that back-fin into you, it will poison you." "Then I should think it would poison us to eat him," said she.
"No; it's only his fin." "I've eaten cat-fish, but I never saw one like that," she said.

"Look at its horrible mouth! And it has whiskers like a cat!" "Oh! you never saw one with its head on," I said.

"What I want to do is to get this hook out." I had caught cat-fish before, but never one so large as this, and I was actually afraid to take hold of it, knowing, as I did, that you must be very careful how you clutch a fish of the kind.

I finally concluded to carry it home as it was, and then I could decapitate it, and take out the hook at my leisure.

So back to camp we went, Euphemia picking up the little fish as we passed, for she did not think it right to catch fish and not eat them.