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IO
IO JOHNNY BLOSSOM
Johnny Blossom and Eric, the pilot’s son, lay
on the wharf with their heads stretched out
over the edge, gazing down into the water.
" Shall we fish for crabs ?" asked Eric. Of course
Johnny thought this was just the thing to do.
Eric took a long string from his pocket and
tied a stone at the end.
" See that thundering big one away over there ?
I’m going to get her," said Eric, pointing to a
venerable looking crab that had been lying for
a long time squeezed in between two rocks.
The boys dangled the string with the stone on
it temptingly near the big crab. Crabs usually
get excited over a stone swinging above them
that way. They reach up for it, grip it tightly,
and — a jerk and up they come! But this
crab had seen too many such stones in its
long life, and lay stock still without moving a
claw.
"Come, old lady," encouraged Eric.
"She’s dead," said Johnny.
"Not a bit of it, Bub, she’s only sly."
"Perhaps I can poke her out with a stick,"
suggested Johnny. But not a stick could they
find, though they looked all around. In the
sail-boat, however, there was the finest kind of
a boat-hook.
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