A New Game Fish 



as somewhere someone sings about the sky, and as you 

 gaze into the deep blue heart of the ocean to catch the 

 first glimpse of this splendid game that is playing you 

 so well, you see the strange, graceful, fairy-like deni- 

 zens of the sea, forms of crystal of such dainty shape, 

 so ethereal, that you look through some of them and 

 see other forms far beyond. They drift by, radiant 

 comets, chalices of seeming pearls, cloud-like traceries, 

 shapes seemingly of the fancy, while everywhere are 

 scattered gems, diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, 

 living gems, minute crustaceans known as sapphiraene, 

 which take on this marvelous gift of iridescence and 

 add to the splendors of the sea. 



The ocean which looks so blue, so absolutely clear, 

 is, on closer inspection, seen to be alive with countless 

 myriads of shapes, and up through them comes your 

 game. You see him first, a glint of silver far below, 

 then green, and vivid lemon tints catch the sunlight, 

 and up into or through this empyrean of the sea rises 

 the game, a splendid fish, three or four feet long, 

 with back of green, belly, as it turns upward, of silver, 

 finlets of lemon yellow, eyes large, side fins, albacore- 

 like, though not so long, but longer than in the tuna ; 

 the head is large, body robust, but graceful, a splendid 

 type of fish, the hirenaga of Japan. Up it comes, 

 dashing about the boat, trying, and successfully, to 

 plunge; circling, darting this way and that, full of 

 vigor, never giving up, though fighting every move 

 of rod and reel; never had fish a fairer field; never 



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