Does the herring enjoy that sort of riding, think you?
Quite as much, I should say, as one does hack-driving.

From my point of view, the hawk is but the hackman of the air.
Sympathize with the fish?
Not much.

Nor would you if you heard the pitiful cry the hawk sets up the moment he finds that his claws are tangled in a fish's back.

Home he flies to seek domestic consolation, uttering the while the weeping cry of a grieved child; there are tears in his voice, so you know the fish must be hurting him.

The idea that a hawk can't fly over the water of an afternoon without some malicious fish jumping up and trying to bite him! If a fish wants to cross the water safely, let him take a Fulton ferryboat for it.