130 We Go A-Fishing 



nibble as long as I live!" This is the true 

 spirit in which to fish. 



I was pretty sure that upon so clear and 

 cloudless a day there would be wind after the 

 sun passed the meridian, and, sure enough, 

 the breeze began to come clear and cold from 

 the ocean before one o'clock. It was a good 

 breeze to take us home, and so we determined 

 to push on for a few miles more for the sake of 

 trying the bluefish on the cinder-beds. The 

 enjoyment and refreshment of a cold wind after 

 the sultry stagnation under a hot sun was re- 

 ward enough for our previous discomfort, and 

 the spirits of the party rose as the boom swung 

 over to starboard and we started again for Fire 

 Island, headed down the bay. Luncheon was 

 got out, and we munched our sandwiches and 

 prepared the tackle for fishing. 



With the breeze a haze also spread over the 

 horizon. South of us we had the Fire Island 

 coast, which is here splendidly wooded with 

 scrub oak and is dotted at long intervals with 

 the summer-houses of people who care less for 

 society than for nature. We were sailing 

 within half a mile of the island. Back of us 



