"Hurrah!" I shouted, "here is a prize."

Euphemia dropped the pole, and ran to me.

"What a horrid beast!" she exclaimed. "Throw it in again."

"Not at all!" said I. "This is a splendid fish, if I can ever get
him off the hook. 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. They made her hands
smell, it is true; but she did not mind that when we were camping.