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Before it was really light
He had his batts out
And was drifting with the current one bate was down forty fathers
The second was at seventy five and the third and fourth were down in the blue water at one hundred and one hundred and twenty five fathoms
Each bid hung head down with the shank of the hook inside the betefish tied and sode solid and all the projecting part of the hook
The curve and the point was covered with fresh sardees
Each sardee was hooed through both eyes
So that they made a half garland on the projecting steel
There was no part of the hook
That a great fish could feel which was not sweet smelling in good tasty
The boy had given him two fresh small tunas or albocoars
Which hung on the two deepest lines like plummats and on the others
He had a big blue runner and a yellow jack that had been used before
But they were in good conditions still
And had the excellent ardeees to give them sent an attractiveness
Each line as thick around as a big pencil was looked onto a green sap stick
So that any poor touch on the bag would make the stick dip and each line had two forty fathern cowhich
Which could be madi fast to the other spare coils
So that if it were necessary a fish could take out over three hundred faomes of line
Now the man watched the dip of the three sticks over the side of the skiff and rolled gently to keep the linstraight up and down
And at their proper depths
It was quite light at any moment
Now the sun would rise the sun rose thdnely from the sea
And the old man could see the other boats low on the water and well toward the shore spread out across the current
Then the sun was brighter
And the glare came on the water
And then as it rose clear the flat seaser antit back at his eyes
So that it hurt sharply
And he wrote without looking into it
He looked down into the water
And watched the lines that went straight down into the dark of the water
He kept them straiter than anyone did so that to teach level in the darkness of the stream
There would be abbeit waiting
Exactly where he wished it to be for any fish that swam there others let them drift with the current
And sometimes they were at sixty fathms
When the fishermen thought they were at a hundred
But thought ght keep ep with precision
Only i have no luck anymore
But who knows
Maybe today every day is a new day
It is better to be lucky
But i would rather be exact
Then when luck comes
You are ready
The sun was two hours higher now
And it did not hurt his eyes so much to look into the east
There were only three boats inside now
And they showed very low and far inshort