FISHING 103 



ary objects such as sea anemones, shellfish, 

 or limpets on the rocks; but Cecco would 

 mark down a fish, the spear would rive the 

 water like lightning and reappear with a 

 wriggling form on the prongs. How he did 

 it remains a mystery. 



To me the delight was enough to be out on 

 the sea in those starlit nights, the soft winds 

 caressing one, the sentinel pines waving on 

 the headland above, the smell and crackle 

 of the flaming brazier, and the gentle lap of 

 the waters as the boat glided through their 

 sparkling sheen. That was my pleasure, and 

 Cecco's prowess was his. 



