“Bertie, I hope we can make enough to pay off our bills. I hate owing people.”
“I know,” his wife said in a gentle tone.
Mr. Adams continued, "I left the fishing lines and nets in the little boat. I figure we can start
"I'll help!" George offered proudly.
"I reckoned you'd say that, son, so I got you a line all your own, " Mr. Adams told his youngest
son with love. George's face glowed with pride. "I figured we split up. I'd go out on the boat,
Louis can fish from the bank, and George can fish from this boat." George nodded.
They spent the afternoon fishing,, but the only fish caught was caught by George, and it was a
"Well, look at you, Squirt!" Louis said as he wiped the sweat of his forehead with his arm. "I tell
you, it's hot enough out there to fry a man's brains!"
Even Mr. Adams was disheartened. "Let's go for a swim and cool off."
"Sounds good to me." They jumped in, Mr. Adams and Louis, clothes and all.
"Me too!" George begged.
"Go to the bank, and I'll come and get you, " Mr Adams offered. George hurried off as fast as
his legs would let him go, On the banks, Mr. Adams picked him up, and carried him into the
water. George could float, but could not paddle. "Let's go under!" Mr. Adams said. George
nodded eagerly. As they sank beneath the water, they saw hundreds of little fishes resting
beneath the boat. Mr. Adams swam back up.
"Mom! Fishes!" George shouted excitedly.
"What?" Mrs. Adams asked as she watched her husband, and her youngest child climb back up
upon the bank.
"You should see, Bertie, Mr. Adams said with an astonished shake of his wet, and dripping head,
"Hundreds of fishes beneath the boat!"
"Yipee!" George said. Mrs. Adams laughed.
"They must have gone under to get out of the sun!" Bertie laughed.
"Wouldn't surprise me a bit!" Mr. Adams agreed. He accepted the worn towel from his wife, and
rubbed his hair with it while his wife toweled George's.
"Hey, where did everybody go?" Louis called up from the water.
"We found fishes!" George called as he looked over the side of the boat. He had had to climb up
on a wooden box to do so.
"Where?" Louis asked quickly as he treaded water.
"Under us!" George yelled back.
Louis had trouble believing what he had heard. He went under to verify George’s statement. He
came back up, and yelled, "No wonder we couldn't catch anything!"
"Let’s use the net. You get on one side of the boat, and I'll get on the other, and we'll drag the
net underneath the boat!" Mr. Adams said enthusiastically. Louis thought it was a fine idea. Mr.
Adams went to the boat, and removed the net. He, and Louis spread the net out, and swam, one
on one side of the boat, and one on the other. They caught perch, crappies, sturgeon, and
grinnel. They threw the grinnel back for its flesh tasted like mud.
"All afternoon fishing in the hot sun, and the fish were smarter than we were!" Mr. Adams said
ruefully. "I've got time to take them to Mr. Trial."
"Here!" George said triumphantly as he placed his one fish in with the others. "I helped!" he
Mr. Adams ruffled his son's damp hair. "Yes, son, you did."
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