THE FISHER
On the next day it was the same thing. The old man fished from sunrise to sundown, and never a bite got he till the time of dusk and lateness; and then in the mouth of the night, a fish laid on the hook. He hauled up cheerily, and when the head was by the side of the boat he gripped the fish fast by the throat.
"Are you going to take me?" said the fish.
"I am," said he, "I won't let you go any more."
"Well," said the fish, "it can't be helped. Have you any man to your clan?" "No," said he, "I have in the whole wide world but my wife, my mare, and my dog." Then the fish spoke once more and said:
“Thou shalt let no one split me, but do it thyself. Thou shalt put into the pot but a morsel of my liver and a bit of my heart to boil for thyself, and for thy wife, and for thy mare
