J$6 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



CHAPTER XV. 



POLLACK ING AT BURTON PORT ROUGH ISLAND A REGATTA 

 AND ITS HORSE-RACE. 



IT was just the day to work northward, so our sail 

 was again set and we made for the sunken rock off 

 Rough Island, which soon proved quite worthy of 

 its great repute. The boatmen miscalculated its 

 position by a trifle, and our baits, instead of search- 

 ing its deep sides, were trailed across its crown, and 

 we were soon fast in weeds that we could not move, 

 so we had to break our lines. I think it wise to 

 always make light of such accidents or your boat- 

 men may, to prevent your displeasure, keep too 

 far from weedy rocks, and then your chance of 

 sport will be small. The fact of our being hung up 

 showed that our boatmen were trying for the ideal 

 which often allows little margin between a good 

 day's sport and a perfect failure. 



Two more rubber worms were taken from a 

 well-filled box, which I was careful the men should 

 see and so learn to know how small our loss was. 

 Round we rowed, and, somewhere before the ring 

 was made, we got a fish. Then round again and 

 two more fish. 



