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about his fishing near San Diego. A number of 

 men had gone out in a boat and had no success 

 for a time, but at last the fish began to bite. 



" Now the fun commenced in earnest; first one, 

 then two, four, five, are hooked at a time, and 

 rare sport it was to haul them in. For about five 

 minutes we had all we could handle, and then for 

 ten or fifteen minutes we would not see a sign of 

 one. Now we are into them again, hauling away 

 for dear life. 



" Sometimes, when hauling in one or two, they 

 would become entangled with other lines, and 

 before we could get them in we would have one, 

 two, or three on the remaining lines, and then 

 there was a sad jumble of lines and struggling, 

 fish. 



" Occasionally, in attempting to land the fish in 

 the box, we missed it, and they fell down into the 

 bottom of the boat, or our footing would be lost 

 and we were bunched in a slippery mass, fish and 

 all. The sloop was pitching heavily, as half a 

 gale of wind was blowing. Wet from the waist 

 down, we had what you might call a huge time. 

 Having all the fish we wanted, by two P.M., al- 

 though the biting was as furious as ever, we got 

 under way to save the wind home." 



But fish do not include all of the food-products 



