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Now
the
man
watched
the
dip
of
the
three
sticks
over
the
side
of
the
skiff
and
rowed
gently
to
keep
the
lines
straight
up
and
down
and
at
their
proper
depths
.
It
was
quite
light
and
any
moment
now
the
sun
would
rise
.
The
sun
rose
thinly
from
the
sea
and
the
old
man
could
see
the
other
boats
,
low
on
the
water
and
well
in
toward
the
shore
,
spread
out
across
the
current
.
Then
the
sun
was
brighter
and
the
glare
came
on
the
water
and
then
,
as
it
rose
clear
,
the
flat
sea
sent
it
back
at
his
eyes
so
that
it
hurt
sharply
and
he
rowed
without
looking
into
it
.
He
looked
down
into
the
water
and
watched
the
lines
that
went
straight
down
into
the
dark
of
the
water
.
He
kept
them
straighter
than
anyone
did
,
so
that
at
each
level
in
the
darkness
of
the
stream
there
would
be
a
bait
waiting
exactly
where
he
wished
it
to
be
for
any
fish
that
swam
there
.
Others
let
them
drift
with
the
current
and
sometimes
they
were
at
sixty
fathoms
when
the
fishermen
thought
they
were
at
a
hundred
.
But
,
he
thought
,
I
keep
them
with
precision
.
Only
I
have
no
luck
any
more
.
But
who
knows
?
Maybe
today
.
Every
day
is
a
new
day
.
It
is
better
to
be
lucky
.
But
I
would
rather
be
exact
.
Then
when
luck
comes
you
are
ready
.
The
sun
was
two
hours
higher
now
and
it
did
not
hurt
his
eyes
so
much
to
look
into
the
east
.
There
were
only
three
boats
in
sight
now
and
they
showed
very
low
and
far
inshore
.
All
my
life
the
early
sun
has
hurt
my
eyes
,
he
thought
.
Yet
they
are
still
good
.
In
the
evening
I
can
look
straight
into
it
without
getting
the
blackness
.
It
has
more
force
in
the
evening
too
.
But
in
the
morning
it
is
painful
.
Just
then
he
saw
a
man
-
of
-
war
bird
with
his
long
black
wings
circling
in
the
sky
ahead
of
him
.
He
made
a
quick
drop
,
slanting
down
on
his
back
-
swept
wings
,
and
then
circled
again
.
"
He
’
s
got
something
,
"
the
old
man
said
aloud
.
"
He
’
s
not
just
looking
.
"
He
rowed
slowly
and
steadily
toward
where
the
bird
was
circling
.
He
did
not
hurry
and
he
kept
his
lines
straight
up
and
down
.
But
he
crowded
the
current
a
little
so
that
he
was
still
fishing
correctly
though
faster
than
he
would
have
fished
if
he
was
not
trying
to
use
the
bird
.
The
bird
went
higher
in
the
air
and
circled
again
,
his
wings
motionless
.
Then
he
dove
suddenly
and
the
old
man
saw
flying
fish
spurt
out
of
the
water
and
sail
desperately
over
the
surface
.
