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the tales of the times of old, to the deeds of other 
years. 
Nomine des nommes ! We have let her up in the wind 
with a vengeance. Hard up it is then, and back to our 
course again. 
We had fried flying fish to-day and found them 
delicious — something between herring and mackerel — 
wish we h?d more. Now we are getting rather far 
south for them. There is generally a rush to get hold 
of them when they jump on board. They usually arrive 
at night, and flapper on the wet decks, so that we in our 
bunks can hear them and jump out and catch them. 
You can imitate the flapping sound exactly by beating 
the palms of your hands alternately on the wet deck. 
Most of us have been taken in by this imitation at some 
time, and have come rushing on deck to get hold of the 
expected fish. 
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