HE KNEW THAT BITE.

Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 49, 27 July 1908, Page 7

HE KNEW THAT BITE.

“Got a bite, captain “Yes; an’ he’s a wopper, too. t ain’t quite sure whether I’ve hooked him. Yes, there lie la. I feel him a-wagglin’ on the line. He’s a great, big, striped bream.’'’ “How do you know what kind of fish it is ?" “How do T know ?" repeated the old man, slowly and deliberately hauling in his lino, “How do I know ?’’ and his voice betrayed supreme pity for the ignorance of the questioner. “Why, young nian, I can tell what kind of fish it is by the way it bites Now there’s an eel : he kind o’ makes little pecks at yer line, and then he takes hold and swims away with yer line, sort o’ easy like. Then there’s the pike : lie sucks yer bait, an’ yer can’t hardly feel him pull. An’ then there’s the perch : he. takes hold right away, and swims off like a streak," “And how docs a bream bite ?" | interrupted the ignorant one. “Oh, he mqnkeys around a whole lot. an’ then he takes hold all of a sudden, an’ swims off down stream. I knowed right away when this fellow took hold he was a bream. 1( never made no mistake. I crikey, it’s an old boot !’’