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"
Chief
,
I
'll
be
damned
if
I
ever
saw
anything
so
slow
!
Ugh
,
your
thumb
's
bleeding
.
Did
that
monster
bite
you
?
Somebody
fix
the
Chief
's
thumb
--
hurry
!
"
"
Here
we
go
into
them
again
,
"
George
yells
,
and
I
drop
the
line
off
the
back
of
the
boat
and
see
the
flash
of
the
herring
vanish
in
the
dark
blue-gray
charge
of
a
salmon
and
the
line
go
sizzling
down
into
the
water
.
The
girl
wraps
both
arms
around
the
pole
and
grits
her
teeth
.
"
Oh
no
you
do
n't
,
dang
you
!
Oh
no
...
!
"
She
's
on
her
feet
,
got
the
butt
of
the
pole
scissored
in
her
crotch
and
both
arms
wrapped
below
the
reel
and
the
reel
crank
knocking
against
her
as
the
line
spins
out
:
"
Oh
no
you
do
n't
!
"
She
's
still
got
on
Billy
's
green
jacket
,
but
that
reel
's
whipped
it
.
She
's
and
everybody
on
board
sees
the
T-shirt
she
had
on
is
gone
--
everybody
gawking
,
trying
to
play
his
own
fish
,
dodge
mine
slamming
around
the
boat
bottom
,
with
the
crank
of
that
reel
fluttering
her
breast
at
such
a
speed
the
nipple
's
just
red
blur
!
Billy
jumps
to
help
.
All
he
can
think
to
do
is
reach
around
from
behind
and
help
her
squeeze
the
pole
tighter
in
between
her
breasts
until
the
reel
's
finally
stopped
by
nothing
more
than
the
pressure
of
her
flesh
.
By
this
time
she
's
flexed
so
taut
and
her
breasts
look
so
firm
I
think
she
and
Billy
could
both
turn
loose
with
their
hands
and
arms
and
she
'd
still
keep
hold
of
that
pole
.
This
scramble
of
action
holds
for
a
space
,
a
second
there
on
the
sea
--
the
men
yammering
and
struggling
and
cussing
and
trying
to
tend
their
poles
while
watching
the
girl
;
the
bleeding
,
crashing
battle
between
Scanlon
and
my
fish
at
everybody
's
feet
;
the
lines
all
tangled
and
shooting
every
which
way
with
the
doctor
's
glasses-on-a-string
tangled
and
dangling
from
one
line
ten
feet
off
the
back
of
the
boat
,
fish
striking
at
the
flash
of
the
lens
,
and
the
girl
cussing
for
all
she
's
worth
and
looking
now
at
her
bare
breasts
,
one
white
and
one
smarting
red
--
and
George
takes
his
eye
off
where
he
's
going
and
runs
the
boat
into
that
log
and
kills
the
engine
.
While
McMurphy
laughs
.
Rocking
farther
and
farther
backward
against
the
cabin
top
,
spreading
his
laugh
out
across
the
water
--
laughing
at
the
girl
,
at
the
guys
,
at
George
,
at
me
sucking
my
bleeding
thumb
,
at
the
captain
back
at
the
pier
and
the
bicycle
rider
and
the
service-station
guys
and
the
five
thousand
houses
and
the
Big
Nurse
and
all
of
it
.
Because
he
knows
you
have
to
laugh
at
the
things
that
hurt
you
just
to
keep
yourself
in
balance
,
just
to
keep
the
world
from
running
you
plumb
crazy
.
He
knows
there
's
a
painful
side
;
he
knows
my
thumb
smarts
and
his
girl
friend
has
a
bruised
breast
and
the
doctor
is
losing
his
glasses
,
but
he
wo
n't
let
the
pain
blot
out
the
humor
no
more
'n
he
'll
let
the
humor
blot
out
the
pain
.
I
notice
Harding
is
collapsed
beside
McMurphy
and
is
laughing
too
.
And
Scanlon
from
the
bottom
of
the
boat
.
At
their
own
selves
as
well
as
at
the
rest
of
us
.
And
the
girl
,
with
her
eyes
still
smarting
as
she
looks
from
her
white
breast
to
her
red
one
,
she
starts
laughing
.
And
Sefelt
and
the
doctor
,
and
all
.
It
started
slow
and
pumped
itself
full
,
swelling
the
men
bigger
and
bigger
.
I
watched
,
part
of
them
,
laughing
with
them
--
and
somehow
not
with
them
.
I
was
off
the
boat
,
blown
up
off
the
water
and
skating
the
wind
with
those
black
birds
,
high
above
myself
,
and
I
could
look
down
and
see
myself
and
the
rest
of
the
guys
,
see
the
boat
rocking
there
in
the
middle
of
those
diving
birds
,
see
McMurphy
surrounded
by
his
dozen
people
,
and
watch
them
,
us
,
swinging
a
laughter
that
rang
out
on
the
water
in
ever-widening
circles
,
farther
and
farther
,
until
it
crashed
up
on
beaches
all
over
the
coast
,
on
beaches
all
over
all
coasts
,
in
wave
after
wave
after
wave
.
The
doctor
had
hooked
something
off
the
bottom
on
the
deep
pole
,
and
everybody
else
on
board
except
George
had
caught
and
landed
a
fish
by
the
time
he
lifted
it
up
to
where
we
could
even
see
it
--
just
a
whitish
shape
appearing
,
then
diving
for
the
bottom
in
spite
of
everything
the
doctor
tried
to
do
to
hold
it
.
As
soon
as
he
'd
get
it
up
near
the
top
again
,
lifting
and
reeling
at
it
with
tight
,
stubborn
little
grunts
and
refusing
any
help
the
guys
might
offer
,
it
would
see
the
light
and
down
it
would
go
.
