Going Fishing 2S 



William dreamed of fishing for mullet that night 

 and once he jerked so hard that he almost jerked 

 himself out of bed. When he awoke next morning, 

 his mind was still on fishing. But Henry anticipated 

 him. ** Let's go down to the ocean," he said, "and 

 catch some real fish like they catch at Coney Island." 



Real Fishing 



Edna said she was not afraid, with Snowball, so 

 they planned to be gone all morning. Following 

 the bank of the little stream, they soon reached the 

 ocean, not far beyond the gorge. To their surprise, 

 a little boat-landing had been built at the mouth of 

 the stream and a small log canoe lay beside it. The 

 space for a larger boat on the other side was empty. 

 Undoubtedly, the owners of the house had tried to 

 escape in this boat and had been overtaken on the 

 water by the rain of fiery ashes. 



"No more boats for me just yet," said William, 

 as Henry began to untie the canoe. "You can go 

 out and fish from the canoe and Fll fish from the 

 landing." So it was agreed, and soon both boys be- 

 gan to get encouraging results. Henry pulled in a 

 four-pounder and William responded with a six- 

 pounder. It was so new for the country boy, ac- 

 customed to catching hornyheads, that he did not 



