He would have done it
too; for the big frog was at his last gasp, when I interfered and put
them both in my net.
Meanwhile a third frog had come _walloping_ over the lily pads from
somewhere out of sight, and grabbed the fly while the other two were
fighting about it. It was he who first showed me a curious frog trick.
When I lifted him from the water on the end of my line, he raised his
hands above his head, as if he had been a man, and grasped the line,
and tried to lift himself, hand over hand, so as to take the strain
from his mouth.--And I could never catch another frog like that.
Next morning, as I went to the early fishing, Chigwooltz, the
patient, sat by the same stone, his fore feet at the edge of the same
bronze lily leaf. At noon he was still there; in twenty-four hours at
least he had not moved a muscle.
At twilight I was following a bear along the shore. It was the
restless season, when bears are moving constantly; scarcely a twilight
passed that I did not meet one or more on their wanderings.
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