118 FISHING GOSSIP. 
Veteran. Well, you may wind up now, for we 
have but a few minutes to stay, and I shall want all 
the pool to myself. This is a fish of some mettle, I 
can tell you, and pulls like a dragon, though I don’t 
think he can break me. There was a rush! luckily, 
we have no sunken timber just here. There again! 
he can’t last long at this rate, but I’m in no hurry to 
look him in the face. 
New Chum. He must be tired out, I’m sure— 
come, haul him in. How he wallops along the sand ! 
Ah, this is a fish worth catching—“a delicate mon- 
ster,” truly. But he’s a joke to the kraken I lost. 
If you had only felt him. 
Veteran. Ay, ay—the old story—ignotum omne 
pro magnifico. Any how, this fish is 14 or 15 lbs. 
weight, which is not to be sneezed at. 
New Chum. Oh, I don’t object to him as a fish— 
I only spoke by way of comparison. Altogether, we 
have had glorious sport, have we not? 
Veteran. Very creditable indeed, though I have 
known much more done in these waters. But holloa, 
what the deuce is this? Here’s some property of 
yours. 
New Chum. What, my cigar-case ? 
Veteran. No, you've dropped a hook, and my fish 
in his flurry has picked it up. Surely this can’t be 
your kraken ? 
New Chum (glancing at hook, and turning “ celes- 
