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“there will be bad r four days,”he said.“but not tonight and not toe sleep,old man, and steady.”
he held the line tight in his right hand and then pushed his thigh against his right hand as he leaned all his weight against the wood of the bow.then he passed the line a little lon his shoed his left hand on it.
my right hand can hold it as long as it is braced, he thought.if it relaxes in sleep my left hand e as the line goes out.it is hard on the right hand.but he is used to punishment.even if i sleep tr a half an hour it is good.he lay forping himself against the line f his body,putting all his nto his right hand, and he was asleep.
he did not dream of the lions but instead of a vast school of porpoises that stretched for eight or ten ating and they would leap high into the air and return into the saade in the water when they leaped.
then he dreamed that he n his bed and there rther and he ld and his right arm was asleep because his head had rested on it instead of a pillow.
after that he began to dream of the long yelloe donto it in the early dark and then the other lions came and he rested his chin on the wood of the bows where the ship lay anchored ff-shore breeze and he see if there ore lions and he oon had been up for a long time but he slept on and the fish pulled on steadily and the boat moved into the tlouds.
he ing e and the line burning out through his right hand.he had no feeling of his left hand but he braked all he could with his right and the line rushed out.finally his left hand found the line and he leaned back against the line and now it bk and his left hand,and his left hand was taking all the strain and cutting badly.he looked back at the coils of line and they othly.just then the fish juaking a great bean and then a heavy fall.then he jumped again and again and the boat ing fast although line ut and the old man was raising the strain to breaking point and raising it to breaking point again and again.he had been pulled donto the bow and his face was in the ce of dolphin and he could not move.
this is r,he thought.so noake him pay for the line,he thought. pay for it.
he could not see the fish"s jumps but only heard the breaking of the ocean and the heavy splash as he fell.the speed of the line was cutting his hands badly but he had aluld happen and he tried to keep the cross the calloused parts and not let the line slip into the palm nor cut the fingers.
if the boy uld ils of line,he thought.yes.if the boy y were here.
the line ut and out and out but it aking the fish earn each inch of it.not his head up from the wood and oe of fish that his cheek had crushed.then he n his knees and then he rose slo his feet.he ore sloe.he worked back to oils of line that he could not see.there f line still and no ption of all that neugh the water.
yes,he thought.and nore than a dozen times and filled the sacks along his back with air and he cannot go do die t bring him ircling soon and then i must . i wonder sould it have been hunger that desperate,or ething in the night?maybe he suddenly felt fear.but he ng fish and he seemed so fearless and so confident.
it is strange.
“you better be fearless and confident yourself, old man,”he said.“ you"re holding him again bannot get line.bircle .”
the old with his left hand and his shoulders nooped dooped up water in his right hand to get the crushed dolphin flesh off his face.he ight nauseate him and he it and lose his strength.when his face was cleaned he washed his right hand in the ver the side and then let it stay in the salt water while he e before the sunrise.he"s headed almost east,he thought.that means he is tired and going on he circle. then our true work begins.
after he judged that his right hand had been in the ng enough he took it out and looked at it.
“it is not bad.”he said.“and pain does not an.”
he took hold of the line carefully so that it did not fit into any of the fresh line cuts and shifted his that he could put his left hand into the sea on the other side of the skiff.
“you did not do so badly for something worthless,”he said to his left hand.“but there ment uld not find you.”
why t born good hands?he thought.perhaps it t training that one properly.bhances to learn.he did not do so badly in the night,though,and he has only craps again let the line cut him off.
when he thought that he knet being clear-headed and he thoheore of the dolphin.ban"t,he told himself.it is better to be light-headed than to lose your strength from nausea.and i knot keep it if i eat it since my face ergency until it goes bad.but it is too late to try for strength nough nourishment.you"re stupid, he told himself.eat the other flying fish.
it was there,cleaned and ready,and he picked it up with his left hand and ate it chenes carefully and eating all of it do the tail.
it has ent than almost any fish, he thought.at least the kind of strength that i need.none ught.let him begin to circle and let the fight come.
the sun r the third time since he had put to sea when the fish started to circle.
he could not see by the slant of the line that the fish was circling.it o early for that.he just felt a faint slackening of the pressure of the line and he commenced to pull on it gently with his right hand.it tightened,as always, bhed the point uld break,line began to come in.he slipped his shoulders and head from under the line and began to pull in line steadily and gently. he used both of his hands in a stion and tried to do the ph as he could dy and his legs. his old legs and shoulders pivoted f the pulling.
“it is a very big circle,”he said.“ bircling.”
then the line e in any more and he held it until he saps ju it in the sun. then it started out and the old man knelt do grk into the dark aking the far part of his circle noan,he thought.the strain rten his circle each time.perhaps in an hoe hiust kill him.
but the fish kept on circling slold man was wet with sweat and tired deep into his bones two hoircles rter nom the way the line slanted he could tell the fish had risen steadily .
for an hour the old man had been seeing black spots before his eyes and the sweat salted his eyes and salted the cut over his eye and on his forehead.he t afraid of the black spots. they rmal at the tension that he n the line.tugh,he had felt faint and dizzy and that had .
“i could not fail myself and die on a fish like this.”he said.“noming so beautifully,god help me endure.i"ll say a hundred our fathers and a hundred hail no said,he thought.i"ll say them later.
just then he felt a sudden banging and jerking on the line he held hands.it was sharp and hard-feeling and heavy.
he is hitting the wire leader with his spear,he thoome.he had to do that.it ake hip though and i would rather he stayed circling nops r him to take air.bh one can pening of the hook woan throok.
“don"t jump,fish,”he said.“ don"t jump.”
the fish hit the es e he shook his head the old man gave up a little line.
i must hold his pain ught.atter.i can control mad.
after a pped beating at the wire and started circling slold man was gaining line steadily now.but he felt faint again.he lifted some sea water with his left hand and put it on his head.then he put more on and rk of his neck.
“i have no cramps.”he said.“ he"ll be an last.you have to last.don"t even speak of it.”
he kneeled against the bor a ent,slipped the line over his back again.i"ll rest noes oircle and then stand up and mes in,he decided.
it ptation to rest in the boake one circle by himself overing any line. but e toat,the old man rose to his feet and started the pivoting and the weaving pulling that brought in all the line he gained.
i"m tireder than i have ever been,he thought,and now the trade wind is rising.but that od to take him in with.i need that badly.
“i"ll rest on the next turn as he goes out,”he said.“i feel much better.then in tore i .”
his stran the back of his head and he sank do the bof the line as he felt the fish turn.
you work nought.i"ll take you at the turn.
the sea had risen considerably.but it was a fair-weather breeze and he had to have it to get home.
“i"ll just steer south and an is never lost at sea and it is a long island.”
it n the third turn that he saw the fish first.
he sa first as a dark shadook so long to pass under the boat that he could not believe its length.
“no,”he said.“ he can"t be that big.”
but he was that big and at the end of this circle he came to the se only thirty yards aan saut of water.it was higher than a big scythe blade and a very pale lavender above the dark blue water.it raked back and as the fish sld man could see his huge bulk and the purple stripes that banded him.his dorsal fin wn and his htorals were spread wide.
on this circle the old man could see the fish"s eye and the two gray sucking fish that sund hietiselves to hietimes they darted off. soes they easily in his shadover three feet long and fast they lashed their le bodies like eels.
the old something else besides the sh calm placid turn the fish made he ore he wohance to get the harpoon in.
blose, close, close, he thought. i mustn"t try for the head.i must get the heart.
“be calan,”he said.
on the next circle the fish"s back ut but he o far from the boat.on the next circle he o far aan e more line he could have him alongside.
he had rigged his harpoon long before and its coil of light rope und basket and the end the bitt in the boing in on his circle no and beautiful looking and only his great tail an pulled on him all that he coloser.for just a ent the fish turned a little on his side.then he straightened himself and began another circle.
“i ,”the old oved him then.”
he felt faint again non the great fish all the strain that he could.i ,he thought.e i can get him over.pull,hands,he thought.hold up,legs.last for e.you never e i"ll pull him over.
but f his effort on, starting it ame alongside and pulling with all his strength, the fish pulled part ver and then righted himself and s away.
“fish,”the old man said.“ fish,you are going to have to die any you have to kill me too?”
that thing is accomplished, he thought. his mouth o dry to speak boh for the ngside this ti not good for ore turns.
yes you are,he told himself.you"re good for ever.
on the next turn,he nearly had him.but again the fish righted himself and swly away.
you are killing an thought.but you have a right to.never have i seen a greater,or er or more noble thing than yooe.i do not care kills .
noonfused in the head,he thought. you mlear.keep yolear and kno suffer like a man.or a fish,he tholear up,head,”he said in a voice he colear up.”
tre it n the turns.
i do not knold man thought.he had been on the point of feeling hie.i do not knoore.
he tried it once self going when he turned the fish.the fish righted himself and sff again slowly with the great tail weaving in the air.
i"ll try it again, the old ised, although his hands uld only see well in flashes.
he tried it again and it ,he thought,and he felt himself going before he started;i nce again.
he took all his pain and f his strength and his long gone pride and he put it against the fish"s agony and the fish came over onto his side and sn his side, his bill almost touching the planking of the skiff and started to pass the boat,long,deep,wide,silver and barred inable in the an dropped the line and put his foot on it and lifted the harpoon as high as he could and drove it doore strength he had just summoned, into the fish"s side just behind the great chest fin that rose high in the air to the altithest.he felt the iron go in and he leaned on it and drove it further and then pushed all his weight after it.
then the fish came alive,,and rose high out of the wing all his great length and ed to hang in the air above the old man in the skiff.then he fell into the water with a crash that sent spray over the old man and over all of the skiff.
the old man felt faint and sick and he could not see well. bleared the harpoon line and let it run slough his raw hands and,uld see,he san his back with his silver belly up.the shaft of the harpoon jecting at an angle from the fish"s shoulder and the sea loring f the blood from his heart.first it al in the blue re than a mile deep.then it spread like a cloud.the fish was silver and still and floated with the an looked carefully in the glimpse of vision that he had. then he took two turns of the harpoon line around the bitt in the bow and laid his head on his hands.
“keep my head clear,”he said against the an.but i have killed this fish ther and no the slave ust prepare the nooses and the rope to lash him alongside ,he thought.even if and s load him and bailed her out,this skiff .i must prepare everything,then bring hi ast and set sail for home.
he started to pull the fish in to have him alongside so that he could pass a line through his gills and out his ake his head fast alongside the bo see him, he thoh and to feel hiy fortune, he thought.but that is not feel him.i think i felt his heart,he thought.when i pushed on the harpoon shaft the second ti in noake him fast and get the noose around his tail and another around his to the skiff.
“get to an,”he said.he took a very small drink of the uch slave work to be done now that the fight is over.”
he looked up at the sky and then out to his fish.he looked at the sarefh more than noon,he thought.and the trade ean nothing noy and i e on,fish,”he said.but the fish did not come. instead he lay there an pulled the skiff up onto him.
and had the fish"s head against the bould not believe his size.but he untied the harpoon rope from the bitt,passed it through the fish"s gills and out his jaund his sword then passed the rope through the other gill,made another turn around the bill and knotted the double rope and made it fast to the bitt in the bope then and noose the tail.the fish had turned silver from his original purple and silver,and the stripes shoe pale violet color as his tail.they an"s hand with his fingers spread and the fish"s eye looked as detached as the mirrors in a periscope or as a saint in a procession.
“it nly kill hian said.he was feeling better since the water and he kneuld not go away and his head ver fifteen hundred pounds the h more.if he dresses out two-thirds of that at thirty cents a pound?
“i need a pencil for that,”he said.“my head is not that clear.but i think the great dimaggio e today.i had no bone spurs.but the hands and the back hurt truly.”i aybe ut knof it.
he made the fish fast to bo the middle th big it uch bigger skiff alongside.he ce of line and tied the fish"s lower jaouth would not open and they woleanly as possible.then he stepped the mast and, with the stick that rigged,the patched sail dreat began to move,and half lying in the stern he sailed southwest.