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Chapter 17
JonesandoldBillyMaundersalltellingyouthattheyhadcaughtit.Ha!ha!ha!Well,thatisgood,"saidthehonestoldfellow,laughingheartily. "Yes,theyarethesorttogiveitme,toputupinmyparlour,iftheyhadcaughtit,theyare!Ha!ha!ha!"
Andthenhetoldustherealhistoryofthefish. Itseemedthathehadcaughtithimself,yearsago,whenhewasquitealad; notbyanyartorskill,butbythatunaccountableluckthatappearstoalwayswaituponaboywhenheplaysthewagfromschool,andgoesoutfishingonasunnyafternoon,withabitofstringtiedontotheendofatree.
Hesaidthatbringinghomethattrouthadsavedhimfromawhacking,andthatevenhisschool-masterhadsaiditwasworththerule-of-threeandpracticeputtogether.
Hewascalledoutoftheroomatthispoint,andGeorgeandIagainturnedourgazeuponthefish.
Itreallywasamostastonishingtrout. Themorewelookedatit,themorewemarvelledatit.
ItexcitedGeorgesomuchthatheclimbeduponthebackofachairtogetabetterviewofit.
Andthenthechairslipped,andGeorgeclutchedwildlyatthetrout-casetosavehimself,anddownitcamewithacrash,Georgeandthechairontopofit.
"Youhaven’tinjuredthefish,haveyou?"Icriedinalarm,rushingup.
"Ihopenot,"saidGeorge,risingcautiouslyandlookingabout.
Buthehad. Thattroutlayshatteredintoathousandfragments—Isayathousand,buttheymayhaveonlybeenninehundred. Ididnotcountthem