FISHING IN THE PACIFIC. 



Our trolling lines, having at the end 

 large hooks wrapped with white rag with 

 a streamer or two floating an inch or two 

 beyond them — a device quite as good as 

 bone, ivory, or a genuine fish if it only goes 

 fast enough — have been gliding through 

 the water behind, but have captured 

 nothing but a few shreds of floating sea- 

 weed. But there is no ground for de- 

 spair. It is too early in the day, and the 

 breeze is not yet strong enough for good 

 speed. Two brown streaks in the water 

 just behind the hooks, visible only to him 

 who knows what they mean, tell us that 

 fish are here. They are about two feet 

 long and one and a half inch wide, and 

 are a few inches beneath the surface. 

 They are the backs of Barracuda inspect- 

 ing the bait. As some hunters do not 

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