The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 44: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VI. I GO HUNTING. During my visit I had noticed that every day we were bountifully supplied with fresh fish and game, and one day, commenting upon its excellent quality, asked my host if he never indulged in the fascinating sport of angling or hunting. The blank look of astonishment with which he received my question, and replied that such work was leit to the servants, surprised me, and I changed the subject. However, a few days later I broached the subject to Man- uel, the servant who supplied the table from the market, and stated that I would like to go out fishing some day, if he would tell me where would be a good place. He also looked astonished, but not so much from the fact that I wished to go fishing as that I should ask where a good place could be found. ‘Any place where there is water,” he replied, “but, of course, the work is more difficult where there are no fish than when you go to a place where they are plentiful.” And he readily made arrangements for me to accompany a fisherman the next day. We started with a fish basket, and I supposed my com- panion would secure lines and bait or a net as we went through the town, but he did not, and then I conjectured CORnNIEOOOLKS (CO)