It was a big bass and in a little while we had three of them.

Uncle Eb dressed them and laid them over the fire on a gridiron of green birch, salting them as they cooked.

I remember they went with a fine relish and the last of our eggs and bread and butter went with them.
Our breakfast over, Uncle Eb made me promise to stay with Fred and the basket while he went away to find a man who could row us across.

In about an hour I heard a boat coming and the dog and I went out on the point of rocks where we saw Uncle Eb and another man, heading for us, half over the cove.

The bow bumped the rocks beneath us in a minute.
Then the stranger dropped his oars and stood staring at me and the dog.
'Say, mister,' said he presently, 'can't go no further.