The Old Man and the Sea

by: Ernest Hemingway

Day Two

1

The old man knew he was going far out and he left the smell of the land behind and rowed out into the clean early morning smell of the ocean.

2

This time it was a tentative pull, not solid nor heavy, and he knew exactly what it was. One hundred fathoms down a marlin was eating the sardines that covered the point and the shank of the hook where the hand-forged hook projected from the head of the small tuna.

3

Then he began to pity the great fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is, he thought. Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely.