CONGER EEL FISHING AT JERSEY. 5T 



your old blue petticoat afloating and ashowing 

 your legs in that scanderlus manner for ? Go 

 home to your children, go home/' 



" Ah, you great ugly brute/' she screamed in 

 return, " sacre ! when I get chez moi mon marl 

 punch your mauvaise tete" and the enraged 

 woman moved off as the fellow took possession 

 of her rock. Similar scenes were going on all 

 around us, and a scrimmage or two took place. 



" Now, Bucket," said I, " teU me how these 

 hooks on the sticks are to be used." 



" Why just this, sir, in course you don't 

 put no bait on 'em, you poke them into the 

 holes I'll show you grope about like, you'll be 

 sure to know when a fish is there by the move- 

 ment of the stick, and most likely you'll feel 

 him ; then keep a turning on the stick till you 

 hooks him, don't you haul him out too taut, or 

 the hook'll break, but gentely-like, and arter a 

 bit when he finds he can't hold back any longer, 

 he'll come out like a lamb ; but just mind one 

 thing, when one of these holes is small, and you. 

 find your arm pretty tight, don't you go on a 

 thrusting him in any furdur ; I have knowed 

 people stuck fast in this way and drowned. Once 



