Western field . h a slow and dignified motion glidedoff into deep water. I sat motionless with the pole held tightlyin both hands, straining my eyes on the spotwhere I had last seen the fish. Had he ac-tually gone? Had I really lost him?Had I seen him at all? or, had I beendreaming? were the questions that surgedthrough my mind. I could not realize thesituation. The guide dropped the oars andwe sat staring blankly at each other for sev-eral minutes. Then the guide remarked,simply: I guess hes gone. I could saynothing; the disappointment was so suddenand so keen that I had no words to expressmy
Western field . h a slow and dignified motion glidedoff into deep water. I sat motionless with the pole held tightlyin both hands, straining my eyes on the spotwhere I had last seen the fish. Had he ac-tually gone? Had I really lost him?Had I seen him at all? or, had I beendreaming? were the questions that surgedthrough my mind. I could not realize thesituation. The guide dropped the oars andwe sat staring blankly at each other for sev-eral minutes. Then the guide remarked,simply: I guess hes gone. I could saynothing; the disappointment was so suddenand so keen that I had no words to expressmy thoughts or feelings. I reeled in myline and laid my pole in the boat. We hadmet in fair combat and the fish had won. Hehad defeated me honestly and I was notashamed to acknowledge it. In this battleto the death, in which each of us had taxedour powers to the limit, the honors were could not begrudge him his victory, for hedeserved the continuance of his freedom andindependence which he had so fairly 262 WESTERN FIELD
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