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in partickler, a nice affable gent (and a proper 

 fine fisherman he was, too) went out as we might 

 be a congering, and got his arm jammed in one of 

 these here holes ; no one was nigh him, and as 

 the tide came up he was drowned there and 

 then. We found him next tide hard and fast, 

 but the congers had been at him ; you would 

 not a knowed his face, it was awful to look at. 

 I'm blessed if it didn't make me womit for a 

 month arter." 



We were not long getting to work. Presently 

 old Bucket called out, " Here he be ; come here, 

 sir !" 



It was a hole about as big as my head, and 

 the old man was poking about in it. 



" I hears him, sir," said he, as I came 

 up. 



" You hear him ?" I exclaimed, how the deuce 

 can you hear him ?" 



" Well, just you put your ear down." 



" I did so, and heard a sucking and gurgling 

 sound." 



"The tide," I said, "coming and receding 

 from the hole." 



" Ne'er a bit on it, sir ; that be a conger or 



