They caught cod and herring.
When the boats were well filled with fish, the men began to paddle
home. But before they reached the shore, the sky turned gray, and the
sea grew rough, for the wind blew hard.
"This is nothing," said Periwinkle, laughing, as he saw the whites of
Thorn's eyes. "You should see it sometimes. The waves are as high as
a hill! Then we do not go fishing, and we live on foxes or rabbits or
bears or ducks, or anything that we can kill. When we get nothing by
hunting, we kill the dogs."
"Do the big waves ever turn the dug-outs over?" Thorn asked, with white
lips.
"Yes, but we all swim."
When the boats reached shore, the women stood waiting. They were glad
when they saw the fish, and quickly took them out. Then they began to
cook them.
[Illustration: They began to cook the fish]
One woman laid her fish on hot coals to cook. Another put big leaves
around hers and buried them in the ashes. One cooked hers in still
another way. She went to a hole in the ground and lined it with a
skin. She poured water into the hole and then put in hot stones until
the water grew hot. Then she put in her fish.
When the fish were cooked, the women cut big pieces and gave them to
their families. The people took the fish in their hands and sat down
on the sand and ate.
[Illustration: The people took the fish in their hands]
"Maybe you would like salt on your fish," said Foam to Thorn.
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