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try another pool, or the tail of this; that 

 fish was not alone, and at the moment he 

 took the bait, I think I saw the water move 

 from the stir of another fish. Take your rod 

 and fit your own tackle, Ornither ; half the 

 glory of catching this fish is yours, as you 

 prepared the hooks. I see you are in earn- 

 est ; the blood mounts in your face. Oh ! 

 oh! Ornither! you have pulled with too 

 much violence, and broken your tackle. 

 Alas! alas! the fish you hooked was the 

 consort of mine : he will not take again. 



ORN. The gut was bad, for I do not 

 think I struck too violently. What a loss ! 

 How hard, to let the first fish of the kind I 

 ever angled for escape me ! 



HAL. There are probably more: try 

 again. 



ORN. Behold! the loss was more owing 

 to the tackle than to my ardour; for the 

 two end hooks only are gone, and you may 

 see the gut worn. 



HAL. The thing is done, and is not 

 worth comment. If you can, let the next 

 fish that rises hook himself. When we are 



