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it the afternoon and the boat still moved slo the easterly breeze and the old man rode gently all sea and the hord across his back ca easily and smoothly.
once in the afternoon the line started to rise again.bontinued to s at a slightly higher level.the sun n the old and shok.so he knew the fish had turned east of north.
no once,he coture the fish sming in the water with his ptoral fins set wide as wings and the great erect tail slicing throh he sees at that depth,the old man thought.his eye is hh less eye,can see in the dark.once i could see quite t in the absolute dark.bat sees.
the sun and his steady ent of his fingers had uncrapletely and he began to shift more of the strain to it and he shrles of his back to shift the hord a little.
“if you"re not tired,fish,”he said aloud,“you must be very strange.”
he felt very tired noe soon and he tried to think of other things.he thought of the big leagues,to him they were the gran ligas,and he knef nerk were playing the tigres of detroit.
this is the second day no not knof the juegos,he thought.bonfidence and i must be aggio does all things perfectly even f the bone spur in his heel. self.un espan it be as painful as the spock in one"s heel?i do not think i could endure that or the loss of the eye and of both eyes and continue to fight as the fighting cocks do.uch beside the great birds and beasts.still i would rather be that beast down there in the darkness of the sea.
“oe, god pity hie.”
do you believe the great dimaggio would stay ng as i se he is young and strong.also his father an.bh?
“i do not knoud.“i never had a bone spur.”
as the sun set he rebered, to give hiore confidence,the time in the tavern at casablanca e froan on the docks.they had gone one day and one night n a chalk line on the table and their forearms straight up and their hands gripped tight.each one force the other"s hand donto the table.there uch betting and people ut of the room under the kerosene lights and he had looked at the arm and hand of the negro and at the negro"s face.they changed the referees every four hours after the first eight so that the referees coa under the fingernails of both his and the negro"s hands and they looked each other in the eye and at their hands and forearms and the bettors ut of the room and sat on high chairs against the wall and watched.the walls were painted bright blue and f ps thre.the negro"s shadoved on the oved the lamps.
the odds wohange back and forth all night and they fed the negro rigarettes for him.then the negro,after the rum,endoe he had the old an then bampeon,nearly three inches off balance.but the old man had raised his hand up to dead even again.he was sure then that he had the negro, an and a great athlete,beaten.and at daylight rs were asking that it be called a draw and the referee was shaking his head,he had unleashed his effort and forced the hand of the negro don the atch had started on a sunday morning and ended on a orning.many of the bettors had asked for a draw because they had to go to work on the docks loading sacks of sugar or at the havana coal company. otherne would have go to a finish.but he had finished it anyre anyone had to go to e after that everyone had called hipion and there had been a reth in the spring. bh money was bet and he had won it qe he had broken the confidence of the negro from cienfuegos in the first match.after that he had a featches and then no more.he decided that he could beat anyone if he badly enoided that it r his right hand for fishing.he had tried a featches with his left hand.but his left hand had alr and would not do n it to do and he did not trust it.
the sun ut rae again old in the night.i wonder what this night will bring.
an airplane passed overhead on its course to i and he w scaring hools of flying fish.
“uch flying fish there should be dolphin,”he said,and leaned back on the line to see if it ssible to gain any on his fish.bould not and it stayed at the hardness and p shivering that preceded breaking. the boat moved ahead slowly and he watched the airplane ould no longer see it.
it must be very strange in an airplane, he thought. i that height?they should be able to see the fish not fly too high.i would like to fly very slo hundred fathoms high and see the fish from above.in the turtle boats i ss-trees of the mast-head and even at that height i salphin look greener from there and you can see their stripes and their purple spots and you can see all of the school as they s.oving fish of the dark current have pks and usually purple stripes or spots? the dolphin looks green of coause he is really golden. but mes to feed,truly hungry,purple stripes shon his sides as on a marlin.can it be anger,or the greater speed he out?
just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as thoean ve mething under a yelloall line lphin.he saped in the air,true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping ped again and again in the acrobatics of its fear and he worked his the stern and crouching and holding the big line ,he pulled the dolphin in with his left hand,stepping on the gained line each time with his bare left foot.when the fish was at the stern,plutting from side to side in desperation,the old man leaned over the stern and lifted the burnished gold fish ts over the stern.its jarking convk bites against the hook and it pounded the bottom of the skiff ng flat body,its tail and its head lross the shining golden head until it shivered and an unhooked the fish,rebaited the line ther sardine and tossed it over.then he worked his the bow.he washed his left hand and n his trousers.then he shifted the heavy line from his right hand to his left and washed his right hand in the sea while he into the ocean and the slant of the big cord.
“he hasn"t changed at all,”he said.but vement of the water against his hand he noticed that it wer.
“i"ll lash the two oars together across the stern and that in the night,”he said.“ he"s good for the night and so am i.”
it would be better to gut the dolphin a little later to save the blood in the meat,he thoan do that a little later and lash the oars to e time.i had better keep the fish quiet not disth at sunset.the setting of the sult time for all fish.
he let his hand dry in the air then grasped the line self as much as he could and allo be pulled forod so that the boat took the strain as ore,than he did.
i"m learning ho do it,he thought.this part of it anyo,reber he hasn"t eaten since he took the bait and he is hh food.i have eaten the le bonito.tomorrolphin.he called it dorado.perhaps i should eat some of it when i clean it.it eat than the bonito.but,then,nothing is easy.
“ho you feel,fish?”he asked aloud.“i feel good and my left hand is better and i have food for a night and a day.pull the boat,fish.”
he did not trause the pain from the cord across his back had almost passed pain and gone into a dullness that he mistrusted.but i have had worse things than that,he thought.my hand is only cut a little and the cra the other.my legs are all right.also non him in the qe.
it mes dark quickly after the sun sets in september.he lay against the worn wood of the bow and rested all that he could.the first stars ut.he did not knof rigel but he saon they would all be out and he would have all his distant friends.
“the fish is my friend too,”he said aloud.“ i have never seen or heard of such a fish.but i .i am glad not have to try to kill the stars.”
ian oon,he thought.the moon runs aagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sky,he thought.
then he rry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his deter never relaxed in his sorror him.hople ught. bourse not.there is no one froanner of his behavior and his great dignity.
i do not understand these things,he thought.but it is good that not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars.it is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.
nought,i must think about the drag.it has its perils and its ay lose so much line that i se hiakes his effort and the drag made by the oars is in place and the boat loses all her lightness.her lightness prolongs both our suffering but it is my safety since he has great speed that he has never yet eatter ust gut the dolphin so he does not spoil and eat so to be strong.
nour more and feel that he is solid and steady before i move back to the stern to do the ake the decision.in the e can see how he acts and if he shoars are a good trick;bhed the time to play for safety.he is much fish still and i saok rner of his mouth and he has kept his mouth tight shut.the punishment of the hook is nothing.the punishment of hunger,and that he is against something that he does not comprehend,is everything.rest nold es.
he rested for be toon did not rise now until late and he had no f judging the time. nor paratively.he was still bearing the pross his shoed his left hand on the gunf the bonfided ore of the resistance to the fish to the skiff itself.
hoould make the line fast,he thought.bh he could break it.i mushion the pull of the line dy and at all times be ready to give line th hands.
“but you have not slept yet,old man,”he said aloud.“ it is half a day and a night and nother day and you have not slept.you must devise a that you sleep a little if he is quiet and steady.if you do not sleep yoome unclear in the head.”
i"m clear enough in the head,he tholear. i am as clear as the stars that are ust sleep.they sleep and the moon and the sun sleep and even the ocean sleeps soes on certain days calember to sleep,he thought.make yourself do it and devise sople and sure k and prepare the dolphin.it is too dangerous to rig the oars as a drag if you must sleep.
i could go ut sleeping,he told himself.but it would be too dangerous.
he started to work his the stern on his hands and knees,being careful not to jerk against the fish.he self,he thought.
but i do not rest.he must pull until he dies.
back in the stern he turned so that his left hand held the strain of the line across his shoulders and drem its sheath with his right hand.the stars lphin clearly and he pushed the blade of his knife into his head and dreut from under the stern.he put one of his feet on the fish and slit hi the vent up to the tip of his lower jaw.then he plean and plear.he felt the maw heavy and slippery in his hands and he slit it open.there flying fish inside.they were fresh and hard and he laid them side by side and dropped the guts and the gills over the stern. they sank leaving a trail of phosphorescence in the lphin ld and a leprous gray-an skinned one side of him while he held his right foot on the fish"s head.then he turned him over and skinned the other side and ch side off from the head do the tail.
he slid the carcass overboard and looked to see if there was any swirl in the water.but there nly the light of its slow descent.he ted the two flying fish inside the two fillets of fish and pk in its sheath,he worked his the bow.his back was bent f the line across it and he carried the fish in his right hand.
back in the bo fillets of fish out on the wood .after that he settled the line across his shoe and held it again with his left hand resting on the gunwale.then he leaned over the side and washed the flying fish in the ting the speed of the water against his hand.his hand sphorescent from skinning the fish and he f the water against it. the flong and as he rubbed the sides of his hand against the planking of the skiff,particles of phosphorus floated off and drifted slowly astern.
“he is tiring or he is resting,”the old man said.“nough the eating of this dolphin and get some rest and a little sleep.”
under the stars and lder all the time he ate half of one of the dolphin fillets and one of the flying fish, gutted and ff.
“what an excellent fish dolphin is to eat cooked,”he said.“and iserable fish ra in a boat again ut salt or limes.”
if i had brains i would have splashed n the bow all day and drying,it ade salt,he thought.but then i did not hook the dolphin until almost sunset.still it f preparation.bhewed it all t nauseated.
the sky uding over to the east and one after another the stars he knene.it looked nough he ving into a great canyon of clouds and the pped.