SWORD FISHING 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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