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Chapter Thirty
Fish. Fish boiled, fish fried, fish steamed, fish dried, fish baked. The six people at the lake did have plenty of food. In a very short time, they had become experts at fishing, and knew all the best spots to cast a line in the lake. Pan fish were always abundant in the shallows and the swamps, but they also brought in bass and perch, and even once a small pike. They had developed a symbiotic relationship with the "Fat Emperess" in the big house. They kept her stocked with fresh fish, and provided her with a watchman, and she allowed them to use the rowboat and all of her fishing tackle. Gratitude for a full stomach was quickly giving way to a deep aversion to fish. Even Tess looked a little sallow when Daniel brought her share - a string of six yellow perch. She set them on the k
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