SOME HARBOUR FISHES 



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I was nearly pulled out of the boat, but managed 

 to let go the sheet, and allowed the fish to tow the 

 boat along, stern first, the sail, of course, and the 

 resistance acting as a stopper. 



After dragging me all over the harbour for some 



A CATCH OF TUNNIES. 



time, an object of interest to the crews of the ships 

 at anchor, my steed came to a dead stop, and, 

 coming up to him hand over hand, I found on the 

 surface, utterly exhausted, a dreadful-looking 

 shovel-nosed ray. I at once cut the line and 

 let him go. 



