on.

"We need worms," she said. "A grasshopper loses all his spirit after
he's been immersed for an hour, but a worm will keep on wriggling and
attracting attention for half a day."

"I wanted to bring a spade," said I.

But Tish had read of a scheme for getting worms that she said the game
warden of some place or other had guaranteed officially.

"You stick a piece of wood about two feet into the ground in a likely
spot," she said, "and rub a rough piece of bark or plank across the top.
This man claims, and it sounds reasonable, that the worms think it is
raining and come up for water. All you have to do is to gather them up."

Tish found a pole for the purpose on the beach and set to work, while
Aggie and I prepared several hooks and lines. The fish were jumping
busily, and it seemed likely we should have more than we could do to
haul them in.

The experiment, however, failed entirely, for not a single worm
appeared. Tish laid it to the fact that it was very late and that the
worms were probably settled down for the night. It may have been that,
or it may have been the wrong kind of wood.

The mysterious happening was this: We rose quite early because the tepee
did not seem to be well anchored and fell down on us at daybreak. Tish
went down to the beach to examine the lines that had been out all night,
and found nothing. She was returning rather dispirited to tell us that
it would be rabbit again for breakfast, when she saw lying on a flat
stone half a dozen beautiful fish, one or two still gasping, in our lost
kettle!

Tish said she stood there, opening and shutting her mouth like the fish.
Then she gave a whoop and we came running. At first we thought they
might have been jumping and leaped out on to the beach by accident, but,
as Tish said, they would hardly have landed all together and into a
kettle that had been lost for two nights and a day. The queer thing was
that they had not been caught with a hook at all. They hadn't a mark on
them.

We were so hungry that we ate every one of them for breakfast. It was
only when we had eaten, and were sitting gorged and not caring whether
the tent was set up again or not, that we fell to wondering about the
fish. Tish fancied it might have been the driver of the spring wagon,
but decided he'd have sold us the fish at thirty cents a pound live
weight.

All day long we watched for a sign of our benefactor, but we saw
nothing. Tish set up more rabbit snares; not t