FISHING GOSSIP. Ill 



was getting cold, and all went on as "merry 

 as a marriage bell." 



I became strangely fascinated with my pretty 

 partner, and left about two o'clock in the morn- 

 ing, promising to come and see her the following 

 Sunday. I found out she was a wealthy far- 

 mer's only daughter. 



Getting in my coracle I was soon down the 

 stream and in the Odet. As the tide was run- 

 ning out ebbing, I should say I determined 

 to go down to Bernaudet, and turn in there for 

 three or four hours, and as soon as the tide set, 

 go up with it to Quimper. 



My little barque went merrily down, it was a 

 cold morning, and the wind blew fresh. The 

 nasty feeling had returned, my teeth chattered, 

 and I shivered from head to foot. In spite of 

 all this my head nodded and I fell asleep. 



I dreamt of my pretty partner, then I was in 

 the midst of a terrific combat with the Breton ; 

 then I was on the sea knocking about in my 

 frail boat. This feeling increased. I was being 

 tossed about. I opened my eyes. Great Heaven, 

 it was true, I ivas at sea, and the coracle bound- 

 ing over the waves like a cork. 



