'
`Angel-fish!' exclaimed Fritz; `what a name to give to anything
"hideous," father!'
`There are bad angels as well as good ones,' observed Ernest, in his
dry, quiet way; `it is better to leave people to see for themselves
which is meant.'
By this time we were close in shore; and, lowering the sail, we soon
had our craft with the raft in tow, safely moored to the bank.
No one was in sight, not a sound to be heard, so with united voice we
gave a loud cheery halloo, which after a while was answered in shrill
tones, and my wife with her two boys came running from behind the high
rocks between us and the stream, each carrying a small bundle in a
handkerchief, while little Franz held aloft a landing-net.
Our return so soon was quite unexpected, and they anxiously inquired
the reason, which we soon explained; and then the mysterious bundles
were opened, and a great number of fine crawfish displayed; whose
efforts to escape by scuttling away in every direction, directly they
were placed in a heap on the ground, caused immense fun and laughter as
the boys pursued and brought them back, only to find others scrambling
off in a dozen different ways.
`Now, father, have we not done well, today!' cried Jack, `did you ever
see such a splendid crawfish? Oh, there were thousands of them, and I
am sure we have got two hundred here at least.
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