THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL

[TO H.S.H. ALICE, PRINCESS OF MONACO]

Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and threw

his nets into the water.

When the wind blew from the land he caught nothing, or but little

at best, for it was a bitter and black-winged wind, and rough waves

rose up to meet it. But when the wind blew to the shore, the fish

came in from the deep, and swam into the meshes of his nets, and he

took them to the market-place and sold them.

Every evening he went out upon the sea, and one evening the net was

so heavy that hardly could he draw it into the boat. And he

laughed, and said to himself, Surely I have caught all the fish

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