k'weee

Updated: July 26, 2025

Then, as he noted the pile of fish, a blanket of silver on the black rocks, where I was stowing away chub for bear bait, he would drop lower in amazement to see how I did it. When the trout were not rising, and his keen glance saw no gleam of red and gold in my canoe, he would circle off with a cheery K'weee! the good-luck call of a brother fisherman.

William J. (William Joseph) Long - Wood Folk at School