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to a well-stocked river. Here, Billy, take these fish 
up to the house, and tell the Chinaman to cook them 
for dinner. 
Billy. Yan [go] station—give cook two fellow 
fish—all right—come again soon. 
New Chum (calling after him). And see how quick 
you can get back again—He will come back, I 
suppose ? 
Veteran. Then you have a more robust faith than 
I. No, we shall have to find our own way home. 
Your black fellow almost invariably tells the truth as 
to matters of fact, but his promise is worth precisely. 
nothing. He does not mean to deceive, but he obeys 
the whim of the minute, and forgets everything else. 
And now, in with your bait again—we waht some 
more fish, and the days close in very fast. 
New Chum. Here’s another fish at me—but he 
bites very queerly, just twitching the line without 
running. 
Veteran. Better haul in, and throw out a few 
yards further—there’s no fish in the case. 
New Chum. No fish? come, that’s too good. I 
feel him still, and with a little patience I hope to 
nail him. Ah! he’s on the move at last, though very 
slowly. Now, sir! so I’ve hooked you at last 
What say you to that? 
Veteran. Respice finem, respice funem, as Jonathan 
Oldbuck says. Look to your line, and see what comes up. 
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