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Leacock, Stephen, 1869-1944

"Frenzied Fiction"

" And presently, even if you
can't hear him, you will see him reach out his two hands
and hold them about two feet apart for the other man to
admire. He is measuring the fish. No, not the fish they
caught; this was the big one that they lost. But they
had him right up to the top of the water. Oh, yes, he
was up to the top of the water all right. The number of
huge fish that have been heaved up to the top of the
water in our lakes is almost incredible. Or at least it
used to be when we still had bar rooms and little tables
for serving that vile stuff Scotch whisky and such foul
things as gin Rickeys and John Collinses. It makes one
sick to think of it, doesn't it? But there was good
fishing in the bars, all the winter.
But, as I say, we decided to go early in the morning.
Charlie Jones, the railroad man, said that he remembered
how when he was a boy, up in Wisconsin, they used to get
out at five in the morning--not get up at five but be on
the shoal at five. It appears that there is a shoal
somewhere in Wisconsin where the bass lie in thousands.
Kernin, the lawyer, said that when he was a boy--this
was on Lake Rosseau--they used to get out at four. It
seems there is a shoal in Lake Rosseau where you can haul
up the bass as fast as you can drop your line.


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