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CRAB FISHING
25
"I’ll get that boat-hook," said Johnny,
jumping on board the "Sea Mew." *
"Well, I’ll poke her out," said Eric.
"No, I will," said Johnny.
They disputed over this a long time.
"You must remember I got the boat-hook,"
urged Johnny.
Finally they agreed to take turns poking at
the crab, but it would not budge. It lay as if
it were nailed fast to the rocks.
"Get out of that, you old grandmother!"
Johnny Blossom grew more and more excited.
He stood on the tip end of the plank that
extended out over the water.
"There! Now!" Eric cheered him on.
"Reach farther out, Bub! She’s stirring a
little. Farther out, I say."
Splash! There lay Johnny Blossom and the
boat-hook in the water. Oh, how angry he was!
"Ugh —Ugh!" he sputtered.
Dropping the boat-hook, he swam the couple
of strokes that would bring him to the wharf,
and climbed up.
"Ugh, how wet I am!" said Johnny, and then,
"Catch that boat-hook there!" he shouted,
as it floated almost to the edge of the wharf.
No — Eric could not catch the boat-hook —
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