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on board the launch, or they, too, would have 

 been lost. 



It was injra dig. that he should express any 

 regret, and very unreasonable from his point 

 of view that I should show any annoyance, 

 which I did in what I considered very moderate 

 terms, considering the provocation. 



On landing, he suggested that I did not seem 

 satisfied with him, which was quite true, and 

 that " Joe," a hated rival, was disengaged and 

 available. 



I very nearly took him at his word and 

 " fired him out " — but we made it up somehow, 

 and he remained my boatman, though I never 

 quite forgave the loss of so much valuable 

 tackle. 



Fortunately I had only a few more fishing 

 days left and had some spare tackle to replace 

 what was gone. 



Our opening day was simply glorious, a 

 bright sun and a crispness in the air which made 

 one feel that it was good to be alive. 



The scenery was exquisite. The sea calm 

 as a mill-pond, only broken by the oily swirls of 

 the rushing tide, and then there was the possi- 

 bility of that long-hoped-for big fish, who did 

 not come that day, though every pull from a 

 cohoe might have been him. 



Billy was positively polite, as it was his first 



