Swimmer with whiskery barbels

Usage examples of catfish.

Other fishes most frequently seen are the prettily-spotted catfish, Pescada, Piranha, Acara, which carries its young in its mouth, and a long, slender needle-fish.

Sometimes she still saw it in her dreams: the white face, almost as tall as she, with its glowing red eyes, backswept fringed ears, and catfish whiskers around the toothy, pointed jaws.

I had as much of him as I thought I was going to find, I dumped three buckets of bluegill perch, two buckets of small catfish, and four buckets of crawdads into the water.

By Friday there would be fifteen or twenty fish in the barrel, from small bluegills to a few crappie to a bunch of bass and catfish.

Instead of fantasizing about slave-kitchers Papa had told them so many stories about, or fishing for catfish, or the peppermint sticks at the general store in town she was allowed to eat at Christmastime, Sarah thought only of her task.

He wants some gumbo and jambalaya, blackened catfish and crawfish etouffee, or maybe just a bowl of cool sweet cherries taken from the chiller.

John Macnab, he said, was abroad in the world to-day, like a catfish among a shoal of herrings.

And so the Ottawa, Potawatomi, and Ojibway members of Crane, Catfish, Loon, Bear, Marten and Wolf Clans came to participate in the Ghost Dance ceremony.

I catch three pumpkinseed sunfish and a catfish while Bando gathers tender dandelion leaves, chicory greens, and wild carrots for salad.

Cumberlands, the annual mule fair in Columbia, Saroyan, Steinbeck, and Spillane, catfish, Pittsburgh-plus, raspberry sherbert, late model cars, and the Right way to serve hominy grits.

Joints creaking beneath the knotted ropes of ligaments, he crouched beside the nearest catfish.

He snatch up the catfish and disappear up a flint-studded red clay road between oaks and persimmons dropping red-brown leaves in a windy fall sunset, green and dripping in Summer dawn, black against a clear winter day.

The strong black coffee, syrupy with sugar, made Peter buzz with happy anxiousness to get going, to get to work, and the catfish, served with cassava bread broken from large flat wheels, tasted better than any breakfast he remembered eating in years.

Like a barbellate catfish in the muddy waters of the Nile, Penrod Ballantyne allowed himself to be absorbed into the teeming byways, alleys and hovels of Omdurman.

We drew from the river shining blue perch heavier than the fattest man in our company, and there were huge catfish, with barbellate whiskers as long as my arm, that were too strong and weighty to be captured in the nets.