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There
was
yellow
weed
on
the
line
but
the
old
man
knew
that
only
made
an
added
drag
and
he
was
pleased
.
It
was
the
yellow
Gulf
weed
that
had
made
so
much
phosphorescence
in
the
night
.
"
Fish
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
love
you
and
respect
you
very
much
.
But
I
will
kill
you
dead
before
this
day
ends
.
"
Let
us
hope
so
,
he
thought
.
A
small
bird
came
toward
the
skiff
from
the
north
.
He
was
a
warbler
and
flying
very
low
over
the
water
.
The
old
man
could
see
that
he
was
very
tired
.
The
bird
made
the
stern
of
the
boat
and
rested
there
.
Then
he
flew
around
the
old
man
’
s
head
and
rested
on
the
line
where
he
was
more
comfortable
.
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
the
old
man
asked
the
bird
.
"
Is
this
your
first
trip
?
"
The
bird
looked
at
him
when
he
spoke
.
He
was
too
tired
even
to
examine
the
line
and
he
teetered
on
it
as
his
delicate
feet
gripped
it
fast
.
"
It
’
s
steady
,
"
the
old
man
told
him
.
"
It
’
s
too
steady
.
You
shouldn
’
t
be
that
tired
after
a
windless
night
.
What
are
birds
coming
to
?
"
The
hawks
,
he
thought
,
that
come
out
to
sea
to
meet
them
.
But
he
said
nothing
of
this
to
the
bird
who
could
not
understand
him
anyway
and
who
would
learn
about
the
hawks
soon
enough
.
"
Take
a
good
rest
,
small
bird
,
"
he
said
.
"
Then
go
in
and
take
your
chance
like
any
man
or
bird
or
fish
.
"
