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got, if anything, worse in return. Fortunately, 

 we were neither shy, and an immediate under- 

 standing was arrived at, as the result of which he 

 did not go home parched with thirst, while I was 

 presented to an immense, jovial, olive-skinned 



CATCHING SHAD IN THE UM ERBEYA 



Basque, who answered to the name of Gitouche 

 and stared at me through huge, horn-rimmed 

 goggles. I could, said Gitouche, catch as many 

 whiting as I had a mind to, if I would come out 

 that afternoon at two, as the tide would then serve. 

 His price ? Bah ! A few francs to the men ; 

 for him, he was pleased to show anyone sport. 



