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down till they touch the water. They are 

 fishing like ourselves. 



By this time we have got a fair complement 

 of small and delicate whiting lying in the 

 bottom of the boat, and, suddenly, my eldest 

 boy gives an unsportsman-like shout. He has 

 caught a lusty haddock, and looks round triumph- 

 antly at the catchers of tiny whiting. His pre- 

 eminence, however, is of short duration. A 

 younger brother begins to scream, and pulls 

 frantically at his line. There is a rush, and it 

 is as much as I can do to keep the boat from 

 being overturned. I expect he has got into a 

 tangle of seaweed or caught somebody else's 

 lead, and beg him to be calm and to seat 

 himself ; but he turns round upon me with as 

 much of scorn as he dares to show, and keeps 

 on pulling with tremendous excitement, and an 

 eye that seems as if it would pierce the green 

 water to its furthest depths. And there at last, 

 sure enough, is the head of a great fish above 



