It was six feet long, and weighed above a hundred pounds.

I don't know that I ever saw a sturgeon before.

But we had other fish to fry; and so we went on.

The first place we called at was a cellar in Nile Street.

"Here," said my companion, "let us have a look at old John." A gray-headed little man, of seventy, lived down in this one room, sunken from the street.