A PLEASANT LITTLE CxAME AT ARANSAS PASS, TEXAS. 



BY W. DUXBAR JEXKIXS. 



Durino- the summer months, when 

 the water of the Piiss is almost as clear 

 as crystal and quite smooth, numerous 

 schools of jack and king-fish enter the 

 bars from the Gulf and lingfer for a 

 while in the deep waters of the harbor 

 to catch a mullet or two, perchance, as 

 they roam alonsf the shores or hang- on 



jump from the water like the tarpon, 

 but rushes from the rod in a straig'ht 

 course, taking out two hundred feet of 

 line without stopping at a rate which 

 makes the leather brake on the reel 

 fairly broil. He is readily reeled tip to 

 the starting point again after this ex- 

 haustiye effort, but haying regained 





"Now, Ned, don't vou lauarh.' 



the unsuspected hook of the tarpon fish- 

 erman, a little below the surface of the 

 \vater. At sight of the bar of silyer 

 shining through the water, the kingfish 

 makes a rush from the bottom, and, if 

 he misses his prey, shoots up into the 

 air several feet and descends in a grace- 

 ful curye into the water again. The 

 kingfish if hooked, however, does not 



strength, he starts out on another run, 

 this time not so far and with less speed. 

 After several such runs he has com- 

 pletely exhausted himself and is readily 

 drawn up to the boat or landing and 

 taken in. Like a huge mackerel, three 

 or four feet in length, and Aveighing 

 twenty or thirty pounds, he looks like 

 the race-horse of the sea, built for speed 



