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“ Got a bite,  captain ?  '*
                           iCYep,  an'  he’s  a  whopper,  too.  I  nin't  quite  sure  whether  I:ve
                         hooked  him.  Yep,  there  he  is.  1  Ax)  him  a-wigglin’  on  the  line.
                         He’s  ii  great,  big,  striped  bass.”
                           All this was  said  in  a sort of stage whisper.
                           " How  do you  know  what kind of a fish  it is ? ”
                           <f How  do  I  know ?  ’J  repeated the  old man,  as  he began siowly and
                         delEherately  to  haul  in  his  line,  and  ho  threw  supreme  pity fur  the
                         ignorance  implied by the question into  lui voice.  “  How  do  I  know?
                         Why, young man, I  can tdl  it;.1?' what kind  of a ti-jh  ’*.is  by  the  way  lit
                         bites.  Now, there's an  eel;  he kind  o’  makes  little bits  o' peeks atyer
                         line,  an' then  he takes  holt an1  swims  away wiih  yer line  sort  o’  easy-
                         like,  Then  there's  the  sucker ;  h<l  jcs’  Sucks  yer  bait,  an’  ye  can’t
                         hardly Teel  him pull.  An' then there's  the yellow perch ;  lie takes holt
                         right away and  .swims  away  like a  strcil1<,’h
                           "And  how does the striped bass  bite ? ”  interrupted the young man,
                           r' Oh,  he monkeys around  n  whole  lot,  and  then  he  takes  hold all of
                         a sudden  and  swims  away  down stream,  I  knowed  right  away when
                         this fellow  took  holt he was  a striped bass,  I  never  make no mistake.
                         X------”
                           Jbist then  the old  man's  catch  came to  the  surface.  It  was  tm  old

                         boot,


                                                KITTENS  AND  BABSG5 ,

                                         H ER E were two  kittens,  a black  and a  gray,
                                            And  grand mamma  said,  with  a  frown,
                                         “ It never will  do  to  keep  them  both.
                                            The black  one wefd better  drown.”


                                   “ Don't  cry,  my  dear;’  to  tiny  Bess,
                                      “ One  kitten's  enough  to keep ;
                                     Now  run to  nurse, for  ftis  growing  Lite,
                                       And  time you were fast as!eep.1J
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