SWORD FISH ING IN THE PACIFIC 



If you climb the hills and look down on 

 the sea the picture is wonderful. You can 

 see miles of coast line and the extraordi- 

 nary colour of the sea can be observed, vary- 

 ing as it does from the palest and most im- 

 palpable of greens immediately under the 

 shore to a deeper emerald beyond, and then 

 as far as the eye can reach it is blue, the 

 incomparable deep blue of the warm Pacific 

 Ocean. 



We started out at 8 A.M. the first day after 

 my arrival at Avalon. I told "Shorty" to 

 keep in shore and to zigzag along, one mile 

 off shore then back to the edge of the kelp, 

 for I wanted a marlin and they are supposed 

 to be found in shore. The fog overhung the 

 island and I could not see where we were 

 going nor did I pay much attention for it 

 was a joy to be in a boat on a smooth sea 

 after four days of railroad travel. 



We had been fishing about two hours 

 when "Shorty" said: "Here is a broadbill 

 and he is a buster; will you try him?" The 

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