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another man in all the fleet would call night- 

 fishing fun unless he had recently had sunstroke. 

 And so we leave them. There is a pathetic side 

 to fishing side by side with those to whom it means 



THE END OF THE MUR.EXA 



bread. When you are tired of either failure or 

 success (for the one can be almost as wearisome 

 as the other), you go back to port. Those others, 

 the brave and underpaid, stay on and wring their 

 meagre harvest from the hostile sea. 



