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work, it was not long before we had several barrels full of properly cured fish.
Scarcely had we finished our salting, when another excitement claimed us. A number of fish called sea-dogs, that had followed the herrings, came into the bay and river. These fish were not good for eating, but their skins, tanned and dressed, make excellent leather. I was in great need of it for straps and harness. Besides, I knew the fat yielded good lamp oil, so we took pains to catch them.
We were again successful, and in a short time we had secured a sufficient number of them, and carefully preserved the fat.
Pleased with the operations of the week, we set out all together cheerfully for Falcon Stream, to pass our Sunday there.
We found everything here in an equally good condition. Our grain had sprung up with an almost incredible rapidity and luxuriance, and was now nearly ready for reaping. Barley, wheat, rye, oats, peas, millet, lentils, were all growing—only a small quantity of each, it is true, but sufficient to enable us to sow again plentifully at the proper season. The plant that had yielded most was maize—a proof that it best loved the soil.