The kids all carried large open shells.
His mother died the day before.
The Papuan bark boat leaked.
Today his daughter had a baby girl.
He stood up in the front of the boat.
Yesterday he told his mother the girl was born.
The kids bailed like buggery with the shells.
He told his mother they'd named her Ada.
He shafted the fish and hauled it in.
He told his mother Ada was named after her.
Each fresh fish roiled on the boat bottom.
This morning they named the girl Indiana.
The boat lay heavier in the water.
The kids bailed harder.
They turned for shore.
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