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Hal's homesickness might never have been in evidence at all, to judge from the way the boy, awakening at dawn, began to talk about the Santa Rosa trip. Well, said Ken, as he rolled out of bed, I guess we're in for it. Ken, will we go? asked Hal, eagerly. I'm on the fence. But you're leaning on the jungle side? Yes, kid--I'm slipping. Hal opened his lips to let out a regular Hiram Bent yell, when Ken clapped a hand over hismouth. Hold on--we're in the hotel yet. It took the brothers long to dress, because they could not keep away from the window. Thesun was rising in rosy glory over misty lagoons. Clouds of creamy mist rolled above the broadPanuco. Wild ducks were flying low. The tiled roofs of the stone houses gleamed brightly, and thepalm-trees glistened with dew. The soft breeze that blew in was warm, sweet, and fragrant.After breakfast the boys went out to the front and found the hotel lobby full of fishermen andtheir native boatmen. It was an interesting sight, as well as a surprise, for Ken and Hal did not knowthat Tampico was as famous for fishing as it was for hunting. The huge rods and reels amazed them. What kind of fish do these fellows fish for? asked Hal.Ken was well enough acquainted with sport to know something about tarpon, but he had neverseen one of the great silver fish. And he was speechless when Hal led him into a room upon thewalls of which were mounted specimens of tarpon from six to seven feet in length and half as wideas a door. Say, Ken! We've come to the right place. Those fishermen are all going out to fish for suchwhales as these here. Hal, we never saw a big fish before, said Ken. And before we leave Tampico we'll knowwhat it means to hook tarpon. I'm with you, replied Hal, gazing doubtfully and wonderingly at a fish almost twice as big ashimself

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