We agreed that, as we had now an ample supply of fish for one day at least, we would not run the risk of losing our hooks; and accordingly, carrying our two prizes, we made our way back to the part of the bank we had selected for our camp.  It was under a widespreading tree, which extended over the water, and would materially serve to hide a fire, which we agreed to light on a piece of flat ground, almost level with the water.  We soon collected a sufficient supply of sticks, and had our fire blazing and our fish cooking.  The cat-fish, in spite of its ugly name and uglier looks, proved excellent, though somewhat rich--tasting very like an eel.