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bacon, which he cooked on a limestone at the kiln- 

 head. Never, although more than fifty-six years 

 have passed since then, have I eaten bacon that 

 tasted so good as that, and now, after an experience 

 with potatoes just as long, I had to confess that I had 

 never eaten them with such rehsh nor so longed for 

 more. The pollack, too, had failed to appease my 

 appetite as fish food usually does, and, stranger still, 

 Harry was actually made more hungry by what he 

 had eaten; at least, so he said and looked. I con- 

 solingly said, 'It is wise so to eat as to leave some 

 youthlike hunger, rather than to lose all appetite by 

 eating to repletion.' 



This set Pat thinking, but he soon came to a con- 

 clusion and said, 'It's meself that loses me appetite 

 when I'm full, but I'll be putting on more praties and, 

 by the powers, another fish.' 



The stars shone brightly and showed the course 

 through anchored boats as we neared the landing- 

 place, and the form of our host stood boldly out as 

 he waited our coming on the quay. 



We were late to bed that night and somewhat 

 late for breakfast next morning, but Pat had been 

 up earl}^ and had made sundry journeys with baskets 

 of fish before we saw him. The news of his big take 

 had thus spread, and there were customers waiting 

 for his remaining bargains when we appeared. But 

 day by day the call for pollack was lessened by our 

 catches so much that Pat, when the fourth day's 

 catch was sold, said, 'It's a change the divils are calling 

 for unless I'm to rale give thim away \dth salt throwri 

 in for the curing av thim. Now wouldn't yev honours 

 like to have a thrate wid our big conger? It's rale 

 say-sarpints they be.' 



'No, Pat, we cannot stay. We have arranged to 

 be at Cama to-morrow, so you must be here to sail 

 us across the bay to where the Cama road comes to 

 it. There will be a car to meet us there at four o'clock/ 



