I was up in some old timbers and it was a case of horse out. Looping in the line with his left hand, Nick swung the rod to make the line taut and tried to lead the trout toward the net, but he was gone, out of sight, the line pumping. Finally, a burnt-out town looks similar to one that has been bombed out or blown apart. The branches were high above. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably.
Ernest Hemingway: A Life Story. There was a good smell. They were better than fresh apricots. He had not eaten since a cup of coffee and a ham sandwich in the station restaurant at St. He shook the skillet sideways and the cake was loose on the surface.
Hopkins immediately promised his two buddies that he'd take them sailing on the yacht that he was going to buy. He smoothed out the sandy soil with his hand and pulled all the sweet fern bushes by their roots. Their youthful days of irresponsibility were broken, however, when Hopkins received a telegram informing him that he was suddenly very rich; back in Texas, his first big oil well had hit pay dirt. Down about two hundred yards were three logs all the way across the stream. The river runs approximately 23.
He emptied the can of apricots out into a tin cup. Nick climbed out onto the meadow and stood, water running down his trousers and out of his shoes, his shoes squlchy. Even the surface had been burned off the ground. Down about two hundred yards were three logs all the way across the stream. At the bottom of the pool were the big trout. It was getting hot, the sun hot on the back of his neck.
The stone was chipped and split by the fire. Nick knew that by the time he was through with breakfast they would be as lively as ever. These grasshoppers represent Nick and other soldiers who become hardened by the war experience because they are in a tough environment. Hopkins gave away his 22-caliber Colt automatic pistol to Nick. He would get a yacht and they would all cruise along the north shore of Lake Superior. The Hop Head was rich. The sun was nearly down.
In the bottle, warmed by the sun, they were jumping in a mass. He lay on his back and looked up into the pine trees. Holding the now living rod across the current, he hauled in the line with his left hand. He knew where he was from the position of the river. As he sits against the tree with his legs sprawled out, the reader is reminded of his being shot and propped up against a church.
He did not rebait his hook and held it in his hand as he waded. He seemed to continuously care about others and help his friends more than he did for himself. He was tired and very hot, walking across the uneven, shadeless pine pram. But just for kicks Nick lets his line wander there, and he hooks a fish that quickly escapes. At first they made one flight and stayed stiff when they landed, as though they were dead. When he returned from war, there was not even a town but instead rails and a burned-over country.
Nick knew it was too hot. Nick leaned back against the current and took a hopper from the bottle. It was hard work walking up-hill His muscles ached and the day was hot, but Nick felt happy. He would get a yacht and they would all cruise along the north shore of Lake Superior. A trout had taken him. It was a long time since Nick had looked into a stream and seen trout. He could have made camp hours before if he had wanted to.