X's men have, been trained to go back over the same spot whenever hho has got a fish, often with success but this time nothing happened, so we decided to return to the schooner and with as we went.
Trolling close in to a reef on the southwest extremity of the island, and just about sundown, I got strike which took considerably more than half my line, the reel singing as it went. X. as ho was reeling in his line repeatedly. called to* me to top him, but that was all very well, he was going at such a speed. However, I gradually applied some pressure and succeeded in bringing him to a standstill with about 1,200 feet of line out. I then backed the fast' as T could towish to enable me to get in some line, I should think I got in about 600 feet when away he went again. He had by the run he took, considerably deepened the water. At this time, neither of had the slightest idea what fish it was, After working hard at him for about half an hour, I managed to sight him, or rather X. did. He was hanging' over the rail trying to spot him and was astonished when he did seo him, Ho immediately Pronounced him a giant bass. I got him up to the boat and the men mised him with the guffs and away, we went exactly the same as the shark had done, but as it was now getting dusk, I gave him no rest and my line was pretty well tried out and 1 could judge just about what it would stand, so I worked him back to the boat again in about 10 minut when we got him into the boat, X. was delighted with this fish; it was
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