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and we'll start for the fishery directly after break- 

 fast." 



Next morning I was up with the dawn, and having 

 donned a costume of irreproachable white, stole out 

 into the garden to enjoy a cigar, and not without a 

 hope of meeting my charming hostesses. In this, 

 however, I was doomed to disappointment, for Don 

 Manoel sallied out presently with a " What ! up 

 already ? I see you're eager for the sport. Come 

 along to breakfast, for my daughters are waiting for 

 us in the dining-room." Sure enough, there were 

 the young ladies seated before the sacramental 

 chocolate pot, which they milled until it foamed 

 again, to make the beverage all the better. 



That business over, my host gave orders for a pair 

 of horses to be harnessed to a very comfortable 

 American char-d-banc, in Avhich we all took our 

 seats, and the black coachman drove his cattle at a 

 good pace along a wide road through the forest, 

 which was shaded by lofty trees and shrubs which 

 loaded the air with a thousand scents. The road 

 soon coasted the sea and seemed short enough, 

 owing no doubt to the agreeable company in which 

 I was. In half-an-hour, we arrived at the bay where 

 the fishery of Don Manoel was situated. 



Like the mandragues of the Mediterranean, the 

 walls of the net all led towards a central chamber, 

 in which (according to Tybald) half a dozen tunnies 

 were already entangled. "But,'' added he, "we 



