' An' they all see the sense on it,--any fisherman
would,--an' they says, says they, 'We '11 go 'long too.' But they
did n't ketch anythin'. I suppose they could n't fix their minds
on it, an' everythin' went wrong like. But when mornin' come
creepin' up over the mountings, fust thin' they knowed they see him
on the bank, an' he called out to 'em to know if they'd ketched
anythin'. The water jest run down my cheeks when I heerd the min'r
ster tell that, an' it kinder makes my eyes wet every time I think
on 't. For 't seems 's if it might 'a' ben me in that boat, who
heern that v'ice I loved so dreffle well speak up agin so nat'ral
from the bank there. An' he eat some o' their fish! O' course he
done it to sot their minds easy, to show 'em he wa'n't quite a
sperrit yit, but jest their own ole frien' who 'd ben out in the
boat with 'em so many, many times. But seems to me, jest the fac'
he done it kinder makes fish an' fishin' diffunt from any other
thing in the hull airth.
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