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colored cow's liver. " Well, tire him out 

 boy, and we'll examine him at our 

 leisure. Pull him up carefully on that 

 little piece of sandy beach between 

 those two rocks. What did you say 

 Judge? "That's a devil of a fish!" 

 You are wrong, it's a devil fish, they 

 grow very large in these waters, some- 

 times yards across from tip to tip of 

 flippers. Look at his tail; like a bull 

 terrier's, and his eyes stand out like 

 ' ' devils darning needles, ' ' except larger. 

 You see his mouth is under his chin, 

 almost in the center of his belly. This 

 is a small one and won't weigh over 50 

 pounds. Shall we go now ? We have 

 been fishing about ninety minutes and 

 have caught about a hundred pounds of 

 fish of all kinds and sizes. I'll hail one 

 of those canoes, and see if they will 

 take us aboard to see them harpoon 

 fish. They say they are afraid they 

 can't do much with us aboard, but that 

 if we will give them twenty-five cents 

 apiece as a recompense for their 

 possible loss, they will take us along to 

 see how it is done. There are over 

 two hundred pounds of fish in the boat 

 now, pargos, tarpons and curbinas. 

 Sit in the bottom of the canoe. Now 

 he is raising his spear for a cast. What 

 a posture; ease, enery and grace com- 

 bined. An adonis in black rubber. 

 He has made his throw and missed it. 

 It was too far, over thirty feet. He 

 was trying to quedar bien (put on a 

 little style) for our benefit. He looks a 

 little ashamed of himself, doesn't he ? 

 Que sucedio amigo. Puss, no se puede 

 siempre, patron. (What was the 

 trouble my boy ? You can't do it 

 every pop, boss). Now he's getting 

 ready for another throw, and I'll bet he 

 gets him. Swish; how it went. I'd 

 hate to have that man jab at me with a 

 spear. He hit him and there go fish, 



harpoon and all. It must be a big one 

 to go off that way with an eight foot 

 harpoon sticking in him. Now you see 

 what the line is attached to the spear 

 for. Well, he's along side at last, a 

 four feet robalo. 



Let's go ashore and take a lunch at 

 that house beyond the palms, while we 

 wait for the Orinda to take us to the 

 snapper banks. It is very comfortable 

 here on this shaded porch. These tile 

 roofs are cool and picturesque. Shall 

 we try a native drink? Native in all 

 its ingredients, brew and invention. 

 I will help the lady bar-keeper mingle 

 the various savory constituents into 

 one perfect whole. A bottle of lemon 

 soda, a glass of aguardiente, the juice 

 of half a lime, a small piece of sugar, 

 a larger one of ice ; and now open your 

 mouths and put it down, letting the 

 savorous essence play over your 

 parched pallet, like the hues of a rain- 

 bow against a drouth-scorched hill. 



Let's go aboard our ship ; it is now at 

 the wharf and her commander at the 

 wharf to receive us. Captain Kendrick, 

 ladies, Admiral of the Harbor Fleet, 

 who first crossed the bar commander of 

 a schooner loaded with ties, and now 

 navigates a continually increasing 

 squadron of tug boats and barges, 

 which aid in carrying on the commerce 

 of the port. It is confidently asserted 

 that he is personally acquainted with 

 every fish in the river and most of 

 those on the bar. The Captain had a 

 hand in building the jetties and now 

 helps keep them in working order. He 

 is an enthusiastic sportsman, and his 

 historic tales relating to the fishing in 

 these waters add further charm to sail- 

 ing on these seas and rivers. The 

 Captain first taught me how to measure 

 the size of a fish, for, when it is prop- 

 erly done there is no occasion to strain 



