CHAPTER XIV.

Establish a fishery--Breaking dogs--Dog-driving, etc.

This was just at the beginning of the fall fishing, and as the

Indians were scattered for miles in every direction, my school was

broken up, and my father sent me to establish a fishery.

So with a young Indian as my companion we went into camp across the

lake, and went to work setting our nets and making our stagings on

which to hang the fish, as all fish caught before the ice makes are

hung up on stagings.

You put up good stout posts, on which you lay logs, and across these

you place strong poles about two and a half feet apart; then you cut

good straight willows about an inch in thickness and three feet long.

You sharpen one end of these, and, punching a hole in the tail of the

fish, you string the fish on the willows, ten to a stick, and with a

forked pole you lift these to the staging, hanging them across

between the poles; and there they hang, and dry, and freeze, until

you haul them away to your storehouse.

After ice makes, the fish freeze almost as soon as you take them out

of the water, and are piled away without hanging.

When the fish are plentiful you visit your nets two and three times

in the night, in order to relieve them of the great weight and strain

of so many fish.

Overhauling the nets, taking care of the fish, mending and drying

your nets--all this keeps you busy almost all the time. In taking

whitefish out of the net, one uses teeth and hands. You catch the

fish in your hand, lift it to your mouth, and, taking hold of its

head with your teeth, you press down its length with both hands

meeting, and thus force the fish from the net without straining your

net. When the fish is loose from the net, you give a swing with your

head, and thus toss the fish into the boat behind you or away out on

the ice beside you.

All of this, except mending the nets in the tent, is desperately cold

work. The ice makes on your sleeves and clothing. Your hands would

freeze were it not that you keep them in the water as much as

possible.

In my time hundreds of thousands of whitefish were thus taken every

year for winter use, the principal food for men and dogs being fish.

When the lakes and rivers are frozen over, you take a long rope,

about a quarter of an inch in thickness, and pass it under the ice to

the length of your net. To do this you take a long dry pole, and

fasten your rope at one end of this; then you cut holes in the ice

the length of your pole apart in the direction you want to set your

net; you then pass this pole under the ice using a forked stick to

push it along, and in this way bring your line out at the far end of

where your net will be when set. One pulls the rope and the other

sets the net, carefully letting floats and stones go as these should

in order that the net hang right.

My man and I put up about two thousand white-fish, besides a number

of jack-fish. These were hauled home by dog-train.

My four pups which I bought from Mr. Sinclair over a year since were

now fine big dogs, but as wild as wolves. I had put up a square of

logs for a dog-house, and by feeding, and coaxing, and decoying with

old dogs, I finally succeeded in getting them into it. Then I would

catch one at a time, and hitch him with some old and trained dogs.

Father would go with me, and fight off the other three while I

secured the one I was breaking in, and by and by, I had the whole

four broken, and they turned out splendid fellows to pull and go.

Very few, if any, trains could leave me in the race, and when I

loaded them with two hundred hung fish, they would keep me on the

dead run to follow.

I was very proud of my first train of dogs, and also of my success in

breaking them.

Many a flying trip I gave father or mother and my sisters over to the

fort or out among the Indians. Sometimes I went with father to visit

Indian camps, and also to the Hudson's Bay shanties away up Jack

River, where their men were taking out timber and wood for the fort.

What cared we for the cold! Father was well wrapped in the cariole,

and I, having to run and keep the swinging cariole right side up, had

not time to get cold.

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