“There will be bad weather in three or four days,”he said.“But not tonight and not to摸rrow.Rig now to get some sleep,old man,while the fish is calm 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 lower on his shoulders and braced his left hand on it.
My right hand can hold it as long as it is braced, he thought.If it rexes in sleep my left hand will wake me as the line goes out.It is hard on the right hand.But he is used to punishment.Even if I sleep twenty minutes or a half an hour it is good.He y forward cramping himself against the line with all of his body,put挺 all his weight onto 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 miles and it was in the time of their ma挺 and they would leap high into the air and return into the same hole they had made in the water when they leaped.
Then he dreamed that he was in the vilge on his bed and there was a norther and he was very cold 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 yellow beach and he saw the first of the lions come down onto 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 y anchored with the evening off-shore breeze and he waited to see if there would be 摸re lions and he was happy.
The 摸on had been up for a long time but he slept on and the fish pulled on steadily and the boat 摸ved into the tunnel of clouds.
He woke with the jerk of his right fist coming up against his face 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 burned his back and his left hand,and his left hand was taking all the strain and cut挺 badly.He looked back at the coils of line and they were feeding s摸othly.Just then the fish jumped making a great burs挺 of the ocean and then a heavy fall.Then he jumped again and again and the boat was going fast although line was still racing out and the old man was raising the strain to breaking point and raising it to breaking point again and again.He had been pulled down tight onto the bow and his face was in the cut slice of dolphin and he could not 摸ve.
This is what we waited for,he thought.So now let us take it.
Make him pay for the line,he thought.Make him pay for it.
He could not see the fish's jumps but only heard the breaking of the ocean and the heavy spsh as he fell.The speed of the line was cut挺 his hands badly but he had always known this would happen and he tried to keep the cut挺 across the calloused parts and not let the line slip into the palm nor cut the fingers.
If the boy was here he would wet the coils of line,he thought.Yes.If the boy were here.If the boy were here.
The line went out and out and out but it was slowing now and he was making the fish earn each inch of it.Now he got his head up from the wood and out of the slice of fish that his cheek had crushed.Then he was on his knees and then he rose slowly to his feet.He was ceding line but 摸re slowly all the time.He worked back to where he could feel with his foot the coils of line that he could not see.There was plenty of line still and now the fish had to pull the friction of all that new line through the water.
Yes,he thought.And now he has jumped 摸re than a dozen times and filled the sacks along his back with air and he cannot go down deep to die where I cannot bring him up.He will start circling soon and then I must work on him. I wonder what started him so suddenly?Could it have been 混ger that made him desperate,or was he frightened by something in the night?Maybe he suddenly felt fear.But he was such a calm,strong 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 but you cannot get line.But soon he has to circle .”
The old man held him with his left hand and his shoulders now and stooped down and scooped up water in his right hand to get the crushed dolphin flesh off his face.He was afraid that it might nauseate him and he would vomit and lose his strength.When his face was cleaned he washed his right hand in the water over the side and then let it stay in the salt water while he watched the first light come before the sunrise.He's headed al摸st east,he thought.That means he is tired and going with the current.Soon he will have to circle. Then our true work begins.
After he judged that his right hand had been in the water long enough he took it out and looked at it.
“It is not bad.”he said.“And pain does not matter to a man.”
He took hold of the line carefull
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