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himself in particular. When he reached the Smiling Pool he swam out to harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his back and he sees thethe Big Rock. Little Joe Otter was already there, and not far away, joke, chalk a circle for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. These timely lazily floating, with his head and back out of water, was Jerry Muskrat. reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind somewhat"Hello, Billy Mink," cried Little Joe Otter. distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the street was "Hello yourself," replied Billy Mink, with a grin. manoeuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old."Where are you going?" asked Little Joe Otter. --What's this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging

"Nowhere in particular," replied Billy Mink. _in medias res_, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your"Let's go fishing down to the Big River," said Little Joe Otter. acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind. "Let's!" cried Billy, diving from the highest point on the Big Rock. He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen, So off they started across the Green Meadows towards the Big River. Half image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual handsome

way there they met Reddy Fox. blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as"Hello, Reddy! Come on with us to the Big River, fishing," called Billy he was perhaps not that way built. Mink. Still, supposing he had his father's gift as he more than suspected,[Illustration: "Come on with us to the Big River, fishing," called Billy it opened up new vistas in his mind such as Lady Fingall's Irish Mink.] industries, concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.Now Reddy Fox is no fisherman, though he likes fish to eat well enough. Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air _Youth here has He remembered the last time he went fishing and how Billy Mink had End_ by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frowslaughed at him when he fell into the Smiling Pool. He was just about to come from. Even more he liked an old German song of _Johannes Jeep_

say "no" when he changed his mind. about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, "All right, I'll go," said Reddy Fox. which boggled Bloom a bit:

Copyright © 2024 Respmail. All rights reserved. If you do not want to receive emails from us, you can unsubscribe. So the three of them raced merrily across the Green Meadows until _Von der Sirenen Listigkeit they came to the Big River. Now Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter are Tun die Poeten dichten._ famous fishermen and can swim even faster than the fish themselves. But These opening bars he sang and translated _extempore_. Bloom, nodding, Reddy Fox is a poor swimmer and must depend upon his wits. When they said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means which reached the bank of the Big River they very carefully crawled down to a he did. sandy beach. There, just a little way out from shore, a school of little A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, the rarest of boons, striped perch were at play. Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter prepared to which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily, dive in and each grab a fish, but Reddy Fox knew that he could not swim if properly handled by some recognised authority on voice production