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far Japan. To it he fastens no reel, but a 

 line of single hair on which is a tiny float 

 with two small shots to balance it. Then he 

 takes his seat on the camp-stool with his 

 landing-net at his left hand and his creel 

 beside him. On the hook of his second rod 

 he moulds a piece of white paste, with no 

 niggardly hand, for he is not minded to 

 catch little fish, and drops it in not far from 

 the bank. He rests this rod too on the 

 rushes, and then he lights his pipe. 



Meanwhile the light has been growing 

 stronger and in the east a pale pink flush 

 betokens that Phoebus has awakened out of 

 sleep and has opened his eyes. Phoebus, 

 like to erring mortals, cannot rise from 

 his couch in a moment. First he opens 

 one eye and then the other, and then he 

 stretches himself, and lies for a while 

 thinking that his course round the world is 

 very weary, and that he would fain sleep a 

 little longer ; but even the gods must yield 

 to the inexorable fates, and rise he must. 

 To make him a bath he summons all the 

 mists of earth and the morning dews ; and 

 see, even now the mist is quickly passing 

 from off the river, there is need of haste, 



