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"I didn't know sharks had such handsome, beautifully formed tails."

 

Just then the fish gave a sudden lurch that pulled the old man down onto the bow and would have pulled him overboard if he had not braced himself and given some line.

 

He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy's aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

 

"Stay at my house if you like, bird," he said. "I am sorry I cannot hoist the sail and take you in with the small breeze that is rising. But I am with a friend."

 

The old man settled himself to steer. He did not even watch the big shark sinking slowly in the water, showing first life-size, then small, then tiny. That always fascinated the old man. But he did not even watch it now.

 

'I don't know if I could do it. But I could try if you taught me.'

 

'Excuse me,' he said. 'Be comfortable, honey dog, please. You asked me to tell you.'

 

'Yes. I love you with two moderately swollen hands and all my heart.'

 

Then I'd make all my leading —— characters Ambassadors and the unsuccessful ones could be Corps commanders or command military districts in peace time. Don't be bitter, boy, he said to himself. It's too early in the morning and your duty's not completed yet.

 

'Don't talk about such things,' the boatman said. 'Things like that don't happen. I don't want to think about it.'

 

I'd come back and sit down beside him and he'd pull a rope out of his pocket and start skipping rope out in the sun with the sweat pouring off his face and him skipping rope out in the white dust with the rope going cloppetty, cloppetty, clop, clop, clop, and the sun hotter, and him working harder up and down a patch of the road. Say, it was a treat to see my old man skip rope, too. He could whirr it fast or lop it slow and fancy. Say, you ought to have seerf wops look at us sometimes, when they'd come by, going into town walking along with big white steers hauling the cart. They sure looked

 

'I don't have it my own way. I wish to God I did.'

 

'Do ladies always have such a hard time having babies?' Nick asked.

 

'You want to hear the "Cucaracha" another time?' asked the Mexican worriedly.

 

His father finished and stood up. Uncle George and the three Indian men stood up. Nick put the basin out in the kitchen.

 

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