SOME FISH AND SOME FISHING 



row. He was afloat on his home waters and 

 quite happy. 



After throwing the fish that had been 

 caught overboard, much against the advice 

 of my friend who saw the only food in sight 

 wasted, Joe curled up and went to sleep. 



Night had fallen and the wind began to 

 blow, which caused a short sea that tossed 

 the helpless launch about in a most uncom- 

 fortable manner. My friend sat in a chair 

 all night, bracing himself against the tum- 

 bling waves, believing that his night as well 

 as his day had come. 



They were searched for the following 

 morning and picked up many miles from 

 Avalon. 



The names of Professor Holder and 

 Mexican Joe are both still anathema to my 

 fishing friend, for he has not forgotten his 

 night-long vigil in an open launch on a 

 strange and inhospitable sea. 



The boatmen are of many different na- 

 tionalities. One of them, a Latin and a good 

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