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may hope to sail to-day." Sail we did, and in such 

 a real sailing manner that the usual haste to have 

 everything in readiness to commence to fish was 

 quite forgotten for a space. No doubt the wish to 

 ensure a sight of the wonders of Horn Head helped 

 to keep in check our desire for sport. 



Mile after mile of the waters of Sheephaven Bay 

 sped past and, with each mile, our men's faces 

 showed such pride that I wondered if it was of their 

 boat, their sailing, or the wind, that they looked so 

 proud. I rather think sailors are inclined, when 

 land-lubbers are on board, to lay a little claim to the 

 wind that blows and the waves that roll. It's a 

 pleasing sight to see men proud of what they are 

 doing, it's sure to be their very best, and it is all the 

 more pleasing when you are participating in the 

 fruits thereof. 



We were soon at Horn Head with all its 

 wonders near us, yet not too near to prevent our 

 seeing them in all their grandeur. 



My practical partner had, I suppose, quickly 

 taken his impressions of the scenery, for, when I 

 turned round to see what effect it was producing on 

 him, I found him, with rod put together, stretching 

 for the box of " Natural Spins." 



" There's no doubt it is very grand, Dad, but I 

 am for some of those big ones we've heard so much 

 about." 



With a last look at Horn Head I joined him, 

 and our baits were soon being drawn along the sides 



