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gulled till we reached Serk. Tar Bucket's store 

 of anecdotes still seemed quite unexhausted, 

 and he informed me he could keep on for a 

 " month of Sundays," which, from the specimen 

 I had had of nis powers, I was quite ready to 

 Believe. 



Having made our boat all snug,. we prepared 

 for our fishing. It was a wild rocky place he 

 had chosen : nothing but rock above and all 

 around us, and the tide boiling and running 

 into the Alderney Race like a mill sluice. 



When all was in order, Tar Bucket put the little 

 yacht in smoother water, and our fishing began. 

 I had an eleven-pound lead on. It was hardly 

 down when there was a tug tug. Away I 

 hauled, but so strong was the jerking that I 

 almost thought I should not be able to hold on. 

 At last he came up, and was landed in the boat. 

 A blow on the head with a thole-pin settled him 

 or, at least, it stunned him the bait was 

 taken out, and the fish at once scaled. It was 

 a white conger of twelve pounds. " Twelve" 

 was at once cut on his skin ; the head and tail 

 brought together and tied, making a circle of 

 the fish. The figures are cut in the skin simply 



