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Each one'll take care of what two thousand pounds of round fish'll make after they're dressed and salted." "What do you mean by round fish?" "Just as they come out of the water, before they're cleaned." "What're those half-barrels, full of small rope?" "Trawl-tubs; and those coils inside are the trawls.
"But maybe a fish'll bite a hole in her and then she can't whistle through the hole in her back!" wailed Jan, ready to cry. "There's no fish here, only baby ones; and they can't bite," Ted answered. "But I'll get her for you, Jan." He waded out, set his ship upright again, and brought his sister's doll to shore.
There was a rush of sailors across the wreckage of the fore-topmast to the forecastle to pack their bags. "Swing out that starboard boat, Mr. Jackson," the captain commanded, staring after the foaming course of the cow as she surged away for a fresh onslaught. "But don't lower it. Hold it overside in the falls, or that damned fish'll smash it.
"That fish'll never bite," he said, as they went along; "I've tried him with worms and grasshoppers and wasps and crickets, and that fly made of feathers that Jack gave me. He knows a whole lot, that old trout. Guess he's a school-teacher, he knows so much." "I'm going to catch him, anyway, if you don't," said the girl. "I know what I'm going to do."
"It am so nice not to know whar you's gwine to, or whar you's comin' to, or who's dar, or who's not dar, or what fish'll turn up, or what beast'll turn down, or what nixt oh! it am so jolly! what you sniggerin' at, you dirty leetle cub?" The question was put to the Indian boy, who seemed much amused by something he saw up among the trees.
"Boiled down into simple American, you got a hunch," Shorty insisted. Smoke finished tossing the dried salmon, one to each dog, and shook his head. "I tell you yes," Shorty argued. "Smoke, it's a sure hunch. Something's goin' to happen before the day is out. You'll see. And them dried fish'll have a bearin'." "You've got to show me," said Smoke. "No, I ain't.
"Nay, lad, I'll ketch up to un. Wait a bit; fish'll be tired 'fore Dave Gittans."
"You just put your hand down in the water, and keep it still for an awful while; and by and by perhaps a fish'll brush against it. Then he'll keep doing it, and then you just move your hand and your fingers easy like, and the trout, he kind er likes it. Then, when you get a good chance, you just grab quick and throw him out on shore." "Hm!" exclaimed the girl; "I'd like to see you do it."
Jake sleeps bery sound, but he no like de tought ob eating nothing but fish for five or six months. Jake neber bery fond ob fish." "You'll like it well enough when you get used to it, Jake," Pearson said. "It's not bad eating on a pinch, only you want to eat a sight of it to satisfy you. Well, let's see how the fish'll bite." Four holes were cut in the ice at a short distance apart.
Before the day's out somethin' 'll happen, an' them fish'll have a meanin'." "Hell," said Smoke, dismissing the discussion contemptuously. "An' it'll be hell," Shorty came back. "An' I'll take three more toothpicks with you on them same odds that it'll be sure-enough hell." "Done," said Smoke. "I win," Shorty exulted. "Chicken-feather toothpicks for mine."
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