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I

wonder

why

he

jumped

,

the

old

man

thought

.

He

jumped

almost

as

though

to

show

me

how

big

he

was

.

I

know

now

,

anyway

,

he

thought

.

I

wish

I

could

show

him

what

sort

of

man

I

am

.

But

then

he

would

see

the

cramped

hand

.

Let

him

think

I

am

more

man

than

I

am

and

I

will

be

so

.

I

wish

I

was

the

fish

,

he

thought

,

with

everything

he

has

against

only

my

will

and

my

intelligence

.

He

settled

comfortably

against

the

wood

and

took

his

suffering

as

it

came

and

the

fish

swam

steadily

and

the

boat

moved

slowly

through

the

dark

water

.

There

was

a

small

sea

rising

with

the

wind

coming

up

from

the

east

and

at

noon

the

old

man

’

s

left

hand

was

uncramped

.

"

Bad

news

for

you

,

fish

,

"

he

said

and

shifted

the

line

over

the

sacks

that

covered

his

shoulders

.

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He

was

comfortable

but

suffering

,

although

he

did

not

admit

the

suffering

at

all

.

"

I

am

not

religious

,

"

he

said

.

"

But

I

will

say

ten

Our

Fathers

and

ten

Hail

Marys

that

I

should

catch

this

fish

,

and

I

promise

to

make

a

pilgrimage

to

the

Virgen

de

Cobre

if

I

catch

him

.

That

is

a

promise

.

"

He

commenced

to

say

his

prayers

mechanically

.

Sometimes

he

would

be

so

tired

that

he

could

not

remember

the

prayer

and

then

he

would

say

them

fast

so

that

they

would

come

automatically

.

Hail

Marys

are

easier

to

say

than

Our

Fathers

,

he

thought

.

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"

Hail

Mary

full

of

Grace

the

Lord

is

with

thee

.

Blessed

art

thou

among

women

and

blessed

is

the

fruit

of

thy

womb

,

Jesus

.

Holy

Mary

,

Mother

of

God

,

pray

for

us

sinners

now

and

at

the

hour

of

our

death

.

Amen

.

"

Then

he

added

,

"

Blessed

Virgin

,

pray

for

the

death

of

this

fish

.

Wonderful

though

he

is

.

"

With

his

prayers

said

,

and

feeling

much

better

,

but

suffering

exactly

as

much

,

and

perhaps

a

little

more

,

he

leaned

against

the

wood

of

the

bow

and

began

,

mechanically

,

to

work

the

fingers

of

his

left

hand

.

The

sun

was

hot

now

although

the

breeze

was

rising

gently

.

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