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The fish were biting enthusiastically that morning, and the boy had caught several dozen of them even
before the sun rose up above the mountains.

It was about midmorning when his tall uncle, the eldest son of the tribal chief, came up along the
graveled riverbank. Like all the members of the tribe, his uncle wore clothes made of golden deerskin,
and his soft shoes made little sound as he joined his young nephew. тАШYour father wants to see you, boy,тАЩ
he said in his quiet voice. тАШYou did know that he has quite a few things he wants you to do today, didnтАЩt
you?тАЩ

тАШI woke up sort of early this morning, uncle,тАЩ the boy explained. тАШI didnтАЩt think it would be polite to
wake anybody, so I came on up here to see if I could catch enough fish for supper this evening.тАЩ

тАШAre the fish biting at all?тАЩ

тАШThey seem to be very hungry today, uncle,тАЩ the boy replied, pointing toward the many fish heтАЩd laid in
the grass near the riverbank.

His uncle seemed quite surprised by the boyтАЩs morning catch. тАШYouтАЩve caught that many already?тАЩ he
asked.

тАШTheyтАЩre biting like crazy this morning, uncle. I have to go hide behind a tree when I want to bait my
bone hook to keep them from jumping up out of the water to grab the bait right out of my fingers.тАЩ

тАШWell, now,тАЩ his uncle said enthusiastically. тАШWhy donтАЩt you keep fishing, boy? IтАЩll go tell your father

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that youтАЩre too busy for chores right now. A day when the fish are biting like this only comes along once
or twice a year, so I think maybe our chief might want all the men of the tribe to put everything else
aside and join you here on the riverbank.тАЩ He paused and squinted at his nephew. тАШJust exactly what was
it that made you decide to come here and try fishing this morning.тАЩ

тАШIтАЩm not really sure, uncle. It just sort of seemed to me that the river was calling me.тАЩ

тАШAny time she calls you, go see what she wants, boy. I think that maybe she loves you, so donтАЩt ever
disappoint her.тАЩ

тАШI wouldnтАЩt dream of it, uncle,тАЩ the boy replied, pulling in yet another fish.

And so it was that all of the men of the tribe came down to the river and joined the red-haired boy. The
fishing that day was the best many of them had ever seen, and they thanked the boy again and again.

The sun was very low over the western horizon as the boy carried the many fish heтАЩd caught that day up
over the berm to the lodges of Lattash, and all of the women of the tribe came out to admire the boyтАЩs
catch, and even Planter, who seldom smiled, was grinning broadly when he delivered his catch to her.

And then the boy went on down to the beach to watch the glorious sunset, and the light from the setting
sun seemed almost to lay a gleaming path across the water, a path that seemed somehow to invite the