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This
was
indeed
our
chief
pleasure
and
business
;
and
not
only
to
save
our
meal
against
worse
times
,
but
with
a
rivalry
that
much
amused
us
,
we
spent
a
great
part
of
our
days
at
the
water-side
,
stripped
to
the
waist
and
groping
about
or
(
as
they
say
)
guddling
for
these
fish
.
The
largest
we
got
might
have
been
a
quarter
of
a
pound
;
but
they
were
of
good
flesh
and
flavour
,
and
when
broiled
upon
the
coals
,
lacked
only
a
little
salt
to
be
delicious
.
In
any
by-time
Alan
must
teach
me
to
use
my
sword
,
for
my
ignorance
had
much
distressed
him
;
and
I
think
besides
,
as
I
had
sometimes
the
upper-hand
of
him
in
the
fishing
,
he
was
not
sorry
to
turn
to
an
exercise
where
he
had
so
much
the
upper-hand
of
me
.
He
made
it
somewhat
more
of
a
pain
than
need
have
been
,
for
he
stormed
at
me
all
through
the
lessons
in
a
very
violent
manner
of
scolding
,
and
would
push
me
so
close
that
I
made
sure
he
must
run
me
through
the
body
.
I
was
often
tempted
to
turn
tail
,
but
held
my
ground
for
all
that
,
and
got
some
profit
of
my
lessons
;
if
it
was
but
to
stand
on
guard
with
an
assured
countenance
,
which
is
often
all
that
is
required
.
So
,
though
I
could
never
in
the
least
please
my
master
,
I
was
not
altogether
displeased
with
myself
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
you
are
not
to
suppose
that
we
neglected
our
chief
business
,
which
was
to
get
away
.
"
It
will
be
many
a
long
day
,
"
Alan
said
to
me
on
our
first
morning
,
"
before
the
red-coats
think
upon
seeking
Corrynakiegh
;
so
now
we
must
get
word
sent
to
James
,
and
he
must
find
the
siller
for
us
.
"
"
And
how
shall
we
send
that
word
?
"
says
I.
"
We
are
here
in
a
desert
place
,
which
yet
we
dare
not
leave
;
and
unless
ye
get
the
fowls
of
the
air
to
be
your
messengers
,
I
see
not
what
we
shall
be
able
to
do
.
"
"
Ay
?
"
said
Alan
.
"
Ye
're
a
man
of
small
contrivance
,
David
.
"
Thereupon
he
fell
in
a
muse
,
looking
in
the
embers
of
the
fire
;
and
presently
,
getting
a
piece
of
wood
,
he
fashioned
it
in
a
cross
,
the
four
ends
of
which
he
blackened
on
the
coals
.
Then
he
looked
at
me
a
little
shyly
.
"
Could
ye
lend
me
my
button
?
"
says
he
.
"
It
seems
a
strange
thing
to
ask
a
gift
again
,
but
I
own
I
am
laith
to
cut
another
.
"
I
gave
him
the
button
;
whereupon
he
strung
it
on
a
strip
of
his
great-coat
which
he
had
used
to
bind
the
cross
;
and
tying
in
a
little
sprig
of
birch
and
another
of
fir
,
he
looked
upon
his
work
with
satisfaction
.
