THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL

THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL

[TO H.S.H. ALICE, PRINCESS OF MONACO]

Every evening the young Fisherma out upon the sea, and threw

his s into the water.

When the wind blew from the land he caught nothing, or but little

at best, for it was a bitter and black-winged wind, and rough waves

rose up to meet it. But when the wind blew to the shore, the fish

came in from the deep, and swam into the meshes of his s, and he

took them to the market-plad sold them.

Every evening he went out upon the sea, and one evening the was

so heavy that hardly could he draw it into the boat. And he

laughed, and said to himself, Surely I have caught all the fish

that swim, or snared some dull mohat will be a marvel to

men, or some thing of horror that the great Queen will desire, and

putting forth all his strength, he tugged at the coarse ropes till,

like lines of blue enamel round a vase of brohe long veins

rose up on his arms. He tugged at the thin ropes, and nearer and

nearer……（内容加载失败！）

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