Jeremy
Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond.
Don't be surprised if I seem to be keeping it dark from some of our neighbors round here." Then, as if prompted to regularize his rather abrupt confidence, he said: "I've come down to see my cousin at Torwood; my name is Horne
Fisher. Might be a pun on my pottering about here, mightn't it?"
Thus we may, perhaps, with little danger, relate the history of
Fisher; who having long owed his bread to the generosity of Mr Derby, and having one morning received a considerable bounty from his hands, yet, in order to possess himself of what remained in his friend's scrutore, concealed himself in a public office of the Temple, through which there was a passage into Mr Derby's chambers.
"Poor man!" said the
fisher folk on the shore, whispering a prayer as they turned to go home.
A
Fisher once took his bagpipes to the bank of a river, and played upon them with the hope of making the fish rise; but never a one put his nose out of the water.
The invitation was from a man named
Fisher, a Chicago millionaire who had given up his life to settlement work, and had a little home in the heart of the city's slums.
He goes thither at first as a hunter and
fisher, until at last, if he has the seeds of a better life in him, he distinguishes his proper objects, as a poet or naturalist it may be, and leaves the gun and fish-pole behind.
It belongs to all the books of the great Norwegian Bjorstjerne Bjornson, whose 'Arne,' and whose 'Happy Boy,' and whose '
Fisher Maiden' I read in this same fortunate sickness.
They stopped once, to hide their implements in a thick bush not far from the churchyard, and once again at the
Fisher's Tryst, to have a toast before the kitchen fire and vary their nips of whisky with a glass of ale.
There was in this part of the isle a little hut of a house like a pig's hut, where
fishers used to sleep when they came there upon their business; but the turf roof of it had fallen entirely in; so that the hut was of no use to me, and gave me less shelter than my rocks.
--A sea full of many-hued fishes and crabs, for which even the Gods might long, and might be tempted to become
fishers in it, and casters of nets,-- so rich is the world in wonderful things, great and small!
The parapets in front of the hotels were usually fringed with
fishers of all ages.