the fulness of the breeze advises that it is 

 time to troll. Other boats and Chinese 

 junks outside the kelp are rolling here 

 and there over the heaving surface, and on 

 the stern of each are men hauling in lines 

 hand-over-hand and something flashes 

 upon the end as it is hauled up the stern. 



Though the water is still smooth, there 

 is a decided increase in the breeze ; the 

 boat now leaves a foamy track, and the 

 hooks ride so near the surface, with 

 the increase of speed, that their white 

 swathing is seen as they ride down the 

 slope of each receding swell. And before 

 they have passed many swells your line is 

 twitched from your hand and a line of 

 silvery light shines for an instant below 

 the surface where the hook was just rid- 

 ing. From side to side the line cuts the 

 water with a swish as you haul it in, and a 

 long, bright, and slender fish jumps above 

 or darts below with frantic rushes. You 

 may have thought the tackle was clumsy 

 and unscientific when you first saw it ; but 

 you now wish it were a trifle stronger. 



