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and is trying his ftrength againft me. See how 

 fteadily he pulls. 



Clericus. Oh ! what a rufh he made then. It 

 was well you gave way a little. He feems inclined 

 to make for that deep hole by the ftubb. 



Old Soldier. I muft flop him or we fhall part 

 company there. 



Clericus. Well done ! I was afraid the ftrain 

 would have broken you fome where ; now you have 

 turned him, he will foon give in. 



Old Soldier. Not he, I fear. The ftrength of 

 fuch a pike as this is enormous. However, the 

 worft, I truft, is over. 



Clericus. You have been at work ten minutes 

 already. I fhould have thought thofe terrible hooks 

 in the poor creature's vitals would have tamed him 

 long before this. 



Old Soldier. He begins now to flag a bit. You 

 fee I've fhortened the line as much as poflible. 

 The large landing net you fo laughed at will be 

 ufeful enough now. 



Clericus. Tyrant as he is even to the unna- 

 tural extent of eating his own children, he is very 

 unlike thofe daftardly chub. 



Old Soldier. Oh ! as for that, he'll fight to the 

 very laft in his own element -, ay, and out of 



