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soes someone ost of the boats were silent except for the dip of the oars.they spread apart after they ut of the mouth of the harbor and each one headed for the part of the ocean ped to find fish.the old man kneing far out and he left the smell of the land behind and rolean early ell of the ocean. he sasphorescence of the gulf weed in the ver the part of the ocean that the fishermen called the great well because there f seven hundred fathoms rts of fish congregated because of the sade against the steep f the floor of the ocean.here there ncentrations of shrietimes schools of squid in the deepest holes and these rose close to the se at night .
in the dark the old orning coming and as he robling sound as flying fish left the water and the hissing that their stiff set ade as they soared away in the darkness.he nd of flying fish as they were his principal friends on the ocean.he rry for the birds,especially the small delicate dark terns that ost never finding,and he thought,“the birds have a harder life than except for the robber birds and the heavy strong ones.ake birds so delicate and fine as those sea scean can be so cruel?she is kind and very beaan be so cromes so sh birds that fly,dipping and hes are made too delicately for the sea.”
he alught of the sea as la mar ple call her in spanish ve her.soes those love her say bad things of her but they are alugh she e of the younger fishermen,those used buoys as floats for their lines and had motorboats,bought when the shark livers had broh money,spoke of her as el mar asculine.they spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enean alught of her as feething that gave or rs,and if she did r wicked things it uld not help theoon affects her as it does a an,he thought.
he wing steadily and it effort for him since he kept well within his speed and the se of the ocean r the occasional sf the current.he was letting the current do a third of the work and as it started to be light he saw he was already further out than he had hoped to be at this hour.
i worked the deep r a thing,he thought.today i"ll work out ols of bonita and albacore are and maybe there ne .
before it was really light he had his baits out and was drifting with the current.one bait rty fathoms. the second was at seventy-five and the third and fourth wn in the blue ne hundred and one hh bait hung head dof the hook inside the bait fish,tied and selid and all the projecting part of the hook,the curve and the point,vered with fresh sardines.each sardine oked through both eyes so that they made a half-garland on the projecting steel.there part of the hook that a great fish could feel t sod tasting.
the boy had given hiets and,on the others,he had a big blue runner and a yellow jack that had been used before;bondition still and had the excellent sardines to give them scent and attractiveness.each line,as thick aroil,oped onto a green-sapped stick so that any ph on the bait ake the stick dip and each line had t coils uld be made fast to the other spare coils so that,if it were necessary,a fish could take out over three hundred fathoms of line.
noan f the three sticks over the side of the skiff and ro keep the lines straight up and doper depths.it oment nould rise.
the sun rose thinly from the sea and the old man could see the other boats,lon the re,spread oross the current.then the sun e on the water and then,as it rose clear,the flat sea sent it back at his eyes so that it hurt sharply and he rout looking into it.he looked do the water and watched the lines that the dark of the straighter than anyone did,so that at each level in the darkness of the stream there would be a bait waiting exactly where he be for any fish that s there.others let thees they ms en thought they were at a hundred.
but,he thought,i keep them n.only i have no luck any more.but kno day.every day is a new day.it is better to be lucky.but i es you are ready.
the sun hours higher not hh to look into the east.there nly three boats in sight nore.
all my life the early sun has hurt my eyes,he thought. yet they are still good. in the evening i can look straight into it kness.it has more force in the evening too.but in the morning it is painful.
just then he saf-ng black wings circling in the sky ahead of hiade a quick drop,slanting don his backswept wings,and then circled again.
“he"s got soan said aloud.“he"s not just looking.”
he roward where the bird was circling.he did not hurry and he kept his lines straight urrent a little so that he rrectly though faster than he would have fished if he t trying to use the bird.
the bird went higher in the air and circled again,his tionless.then he dove suddenly and the old man saw flying fish spurt out of the water and sail desperately over the se.
“dolphin,”the old man said aloud.“ big dolphin.”
he shipped his oars and brought a s under the boedium-sized hook and he baited it ne of the sardines.he let it go over the side and then made it fast to a ring bolt in the stern.then he baited another line and left it coiled in the shade of the bo ro ng winged black bird rking,nover the water.
as he watched the bird dipped again slanting his r the dive and then s wildly and ineffectually as he folloan could see the slight bulge in the water that the big dolphin raised as they followed the escaping fish.the dolphin ugh the f the fish and would be in the water,driving at speed,pped.it is a big school of dolphin,he thought.they are wide spread and the flying fish have little chance.the bird has no chance.the flying fish are too big for him and they go too fast.
he watched the flying fish burst out again and again and the ineffectual ents of the bird.that school has gotten ae,he thought.they are moving out too fast and too far.but perhaps i will pick up a stray and perhaps my big fish is around they big fish ewhere.
the clouds over the land nose like mooast nly a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it.the water dark that it st purple.as he looked do it he saf the plankton in the dark water and the strange light the sun made no go straight dout of sight into the uch plankton because it meant fish.the strange light the sun made in the w that the sun od did the shape of the clouds over the land.but the bird st out of sight nothing shon the se of the me patches of yellow, shed sargasso alized,iridescent ,gelatinous bladder of a portuglose beside the boat.it turned on its side and then righted itself.it floated cheerfully as a bubble ng deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind it in the ala,”the man said.“ you re.”
from where he swung lightly against his oars he looked do the water and saw the tiny fish that lored like the trailing filaments and s bet and under the small shade the bubble made as it drifted.they its poison.but e of the filaments woatch on a line and rest there slian rking a fish,he s and hands of the sort that poison ivy or poison oak can give.but these poisonings froe quickly and struck like a whiplash.
the iridescent bubbles were beautiful.but they were the falsest thing in the sea and the old man loved to see the big sea turtles eating the from the front,then shut their eyes so they mpletely carapaced and ate theents and all.the old man loved to see the turtles eat them and he loved to n them on the beach after a stor pop n them rny soles of his feet.
he loved green turtles and hawks-bills with their elegance and speed and their great value and he had a friendly contempt for the huge,stupid loggerheads,yellor-plating, strange in their love-making, and happily eating the portuguese about turtles although he had gone in turtle boats for many years.he rry for them all,even the great trks that ng as the skiff and n. most people are heartless aboause a turtle"s heart r hours after he has been chered . but the old man thoh a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs.he ate the give himself strength.he ate theay to be strong in september and october for the truly big fish.
he also drank a cup of shark liver oil each day from the big drk f the fishermen kept their gear.it r all fisheren hated the taste.but it worse than getting up at the hours that they rose and it od against all colds and grippes and it od for the eyes.
nold man looked up and saw that the bird was circling again.
“he"s found fish,”he said aloud.no flying fish broke the se and there scattering of bait fish.but as the old man all tuna rose in the air,turned and dropped head first into the ne silver in the sun and after he had dropped back into the ther and another rose and they ping in all directions, churning the ps after the bait. they were circling it and driving it.
if they don"t travel too fast i thean thought,and he ol working the water white and the bird nopping and dipping into the bait fish that rced to the se in their panic.
“the bird is a great help,”the old man said.just then the stern line came taut under his foot,where he had kept a loop of the line,and he dropped his oars and felt the f the small tuna"s shivering pull as he held the line firmenced to haul it in.the shivering increased as he pok of the fish in the ld of his sides before he sver the side and into the boat.he lay in the stern in the sompact and bullet shaped,his big,unintelligent eyes staring as he thumped his life out against the planking of the boat with the quick shivering strokes of his neat,fast-an hit him on the head for kindness and kicked him,his body still shuddering,under the shade of the stern.
“albacore,”he said aloud.“ he"ll make a beautiful bait. he"ll unds.”
he did not reber when he had first started to talk aloud self.he had sung self in the old days and he had sung at night soes ne steering on his acks or in the turtle boats.he had probably started to talk aloud, ne,y had left.but he did not reber. when he and the boy fished together they usually spoke only when it was necessary.they talked at night or rmbound by bad nsidered a virtessarily at sea and the old man had alnsidered it so and respected it.but noughts aloe there one that they could annoy.
“if the others heard me talking orazy,”he said aloe i am not crazy,i do not care.and the rich have radios to talk to them in their boats and to bring them the baseball.”
no time to think of baseball,he thought.no think of only one thing.that rn for.there might be a big one arohool,he thoked up only a straggler from the albacore that were feeding.but they are working far out and fast.everything that shon the se today travels very fast and to the northeast.can that be the tie sign of not know?
he could not see the green of the shore nonly the tops of the blue hills that shough they uds that looked like high snountains above thes in the yriad flecks of the plankton w by the high sun and it nly the great deep prisan saing straight do the ile deep.
the talled all the fish of that species tuna and only distinguished a by their proper na or to trade them for baits, an felt it on the back of his neck and felt the swed.
i could just drift,he thought,and sleep and put a bight of line around my toe to day is eighty-five days and i should fish the day well.