we next shaped the levers into rude oars or paddles, and then attempted to embark. This was easy enough to do; but, after seating ourselves astride the log, it was with the utmost difficulty we kept it from rolling round and plunging us into the water. Not that we minded that much; but we preferred, if possible, to fish in dry clothes. To be sure, our trousers were necessarily wet, as our legs were dangling in the water on each side of the log; but, as they could be easily dried, we did not care. After half an hour's practice, we became expert enough to keep our balance pretty steadily. Then Peterkin laid down his paddle, and having baited his line with a whole oyster, dropt it into deep water.
"Now, then, Jack," said he, " be cautious; steer clear o' that sea-weed. There; that's it; gently, now gently. I see a fellow at least a foot long down there, coming to —ha! that's it! Oh! bother, he's off."
"Did he bite?" said Jack, urging the log onwards a little with his paddle.
"Bite? ay! He took it into his mouth, but the moment I began to haul he opened his jaws and let it out again."
"Let him swallow it next time," said Jack, laughing at the melancholy expression of Peterkin's visage.
"There he's again," cried Peterkin, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Look out! Nowthen! No! Yes! No! Why, the brute won't swallow it!"
"Try to haul him up by the mouth, then," cried Jack. "Do it gently."
A heavy sigh and a blank look of despair showed that poor Peterkin had tried and failed again.
"Never mind, lad," said Jack, in a voice of sympathy; "we'll move on, and offer it to some other fish." So say-
