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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