Brooklyn Museum Quarterly . to the deck,were cleaned by the hght of flaring torches. The operationof disemboweling took but a second in deft hands. Theentrails were flipped overboard into water which glowed witha bluish phosphorescence where they fell, and Mother Careyschickens, attracted by the late feast, could be heard twitter-ing all about us in the darkness. The bluefish were washedin half-casks of seawater and were finally packed in I dozed indolently in my bag atop the deck-house, Iheard for hours the sounds of hard labor below, and the dis-mal clank of the ice-crusher, which
Brooklyn Museum Quarterly . to the deck,were cleaned by the hght of flaring torches. The operationof disemboweling took but a second in deft hands. Theentrails were flipped overboard into water which glowed witha bluish phosphorescence where they fell, and Mother Careyschickens, attracted by the late feast, could be heard twitter-ing all about us in the darkness. The bluefish were washedin half-casks of seawater and were finally packed in I dozed indolently in my bag atop the deck-house, Iheard for hours the sounds of hard labor below, and the dis-mal clank of the ice-crusher, which was worked ])y the samedonkey engine that we used to heave the anchor and hoist thesails. Captain Larsen had scarcely sent out liis dories on themorning of September 8 when the commander of a scoutpatrol hailed the schooner and peremptorily ordered him toabandon his boats, sail immediately for the Long Islandshore, and remain away until a convoy had passed out andhe had received permission to return to the fishing READY FOR man toward the stern is sitting upon the unhooker, which, duringthe fishing, stands through a thwart and causes the fish to drop off the hookwhen they are thrown over its crotch. 201 So we had then but a wistful, far-away view of the talltransports. But next day the great, unforgettable privilegewas not denied us. The dawn of the ninth broke clear aftera rather tempestuous night and by the middle of the fore-noon the sea was dead calm. The sun shone with all thewarmth of summer, and the water, hitherto greenish on theAmbrose banks, now took on an almost tropical ultramarinehue. The Martin lay becalmed a mile inside the lightship,with all her dories in service over a considerable expanse ofthe shining sea. Shortly before noon a formation of planescame humming out of the Lower Bay, and behind them anumber of the pestiferous scout patrols. The Martin, how-ever, was lying motionless, with gently slatting sails, and itmay not have occurred
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