A GOOD DAY AT DORADO. 
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for ever, and I feel confident that this immense 
creature will be ours. So it happens. At last 
he is forced up to the top, and then, quite 
suddenly, he yields. My companion pulls him 
in and I have an easy shot with the gaff. He 
weighed forty-two pounds and a-half. 
It is nine o’clock now, and the sun is high 
over the monte; it is very hot, and Pedroso 
paddles back to the launch. On the Alto 
Parana in October you can if necessary be in 
the sun all through the hot time of the day. 
If you wear proper clothes you can do it without 
distress : but since no man wants to fish for 
twelve hours on end, and early morning and 
evening are best, you are better in the shade 
during the great heat of the day. So back we 
drift, well content, lying lazily in the canoe, 
idly recalling the incidents of our mimic war, 
wrapped in the pleasant languor which follows 
successful activity. After we had lunched the 
sun beat so fiercely that it took the life out of 
everything except mosquitoes and sandflies, 
which indeed were vitalised to a new malignity. 
There is only one thing to do in such a situation, 
and that is to block doors and windows with 
mosquito nets, and sleep till it gets cooler. 
We were back at the stream by four o’clock. 
The sun was blazing its path towards the tree- 
tops of Paraguay, there was a glare off the 
water like a flash from a burning-glass, and the 
torrid air swarmed with sandflies. Life was 
