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along southward from the viUagc to visit your guards, 

 there is a cave. Passing through it you find a port- 

 hole, looking perpendicularly down on the Mediterra- 

 nean. When there is an easterly wind blowing, the 

 surf breaks beneath in grandest splendor. From this 

 port-hole, with strong tackle and plenty of fresh sar- 

 dines for bait, you can take more fish in the course of 

 the day than will suffice for your whole detachment. 

 Off Catalin Bay there is a bank, four good miles 

 from land. ' Get the village fishermen to take you 

 to it, and if fortune smiles upon you with the favor 

 it did on me, you will cry before the night is over, 

 " Hold, enough." The fish principally taken were a 

 copper-colored bream,* about two or three pounds in 

 weight, and so numerous were they, that we never 

 thought of drawing up our lines till we had two or 

 more victims hooked; and how do you tliink we 

 knew this? Simply in this way, one fish on, you 

 only felt a direct tug, two or more a constant vibra- 

 tion, as if a party were squabbling over the line, and 

 each endeavoring to take possession of it. 



* Called by the Spaniards "Bissengo." 



