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He
tried
it
once
more
and
he
felt
himself
going
when
he
turned
the
fish
.
The
fish
righted
himself
and
swam
off
again
slowly
with
the
great
tail
weaving
in
the
air
.
I
’
ll
try
it
again
,
the
old
man
promised
,
although
his
hands
were
mushy
now
and
he
could
only
see
well
in
flashes
.
He
tried
it
again
and
it
was
the
same
.
So
,
he
thought
,
and
he
felt
himself
going
before
he
started
;
I
will
try
it
once
again
.
He
took
all
his
pain
and
what
was
left
of
his
strength
and
his
long
gone
pride
and
he
put
it
against
the
fish
’
s
agony
and
the
fish
came
over
onto
his
side
and
swam
gently
on
his
side
,
his
bill
almost
touching
the
planking
of
the
skiff
and
started
to
pass
the
boat
,
long
,
deep
,
wide
,
silver
and
barred
with
purple
and
interminable
in
the
water
.
The
old
man
dropped
the
line
and
put
his
foot
on
it
and
lifted
the
harpoon
as
high
as
he
could
and
drove
it
down
with
all
his
strength
,
and
more
strength
he
had
just
summoned
,
into
the
fish
’
s
side
just
behind
the
great
chest
fin
that
rose
high
in
the
air
to
the
altitude
of
the
man
’
s
chest
.
He
felt
the
iron
go
in
and
he
leaned
on
it
and
drove
it
further
and
then
pushed
all
his
weight
after
it
.
Then
the
fish
came
alive
,
with
his
death
in
him
,
and
rose
high
out
of
the
water
showing
all
his
great
length
and
width
and
all
his
power
and
his
beauty
.
He
seemed
to
hang
in
the
air
above
the
old
man
in
the
skiff
.
Then
he
fell
into
the
water
with
a
crash
that
sent
spray
over
the
old
man
and
over
all
of
the
skiff
.
The
old
man
felt
faint
and
sick
and
he
could
not
see
well
.
But
he
cleared
the
harpoon
line
and
let
it
run
slowly
through
his
raw
hands
and
,
when
he
could
see
,
he
saw
the
fish
was
on
his
back
with
his
silver
belly
up
.
The
shaft
of
the
harpoon
was
projecting
at
an
angle
from
the
fish
’
s
shoulder
and
the
sea
was
discolouring
with
the
red
of
the
blood
from
his
heart
.
First
it
was
dark
as
a
shoal
in
the
blue
water
that
was
more
than
a
mile
deep
.
Then
it
spread
like
a
cloud
.
The
fish
was
silvery
and
still
and
floated
with
the
waves
.
The
old
man
looked
carefully
in
the
glimpse
of
vision
that
he
had
.
Then
he
took
two
turns
of
the
harpoon
line
around
the
bitt
in
the
bow
and
laid
his
head
on
his
hands
.
"
Keep
my
head
clear
,
"
he
said
against
the
wood
of
the
bow
.
"
I
am
a
tired
old
man
.
But
I
have
killed
this
fish
which
is
my
brother
and
now
I
must
do
the
slave
work
.
"
