. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. en thoughhe be close at hand. The seine boat is now hauled upalongside and towed from a small boom,which prevents it chafing against thevessel. The crew below, all in oilskinsnow, are lying at ease, some catchinga few minutes sleep, others playingcards or looking on; and so it is for anhour or more, when from aloft theskipper shouts, Keep her off!Promptly the helmsman obeys, andour course veers slightly. He seessomething, remarks our friend, byway of information. Then suddenlyfrom the skipper, this time in a roar,
. The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics. en thoughhe be close at hand. The seine boat is now hauled upalongside and towed from a small boom,which prevents it chafing against thevessel. The crew below, all in oilskinsnow, are lying at ease, some catchinga few minutes sleep, others playingcards or looking on; and so it is for anhour or more, when from aloft theskipper shouts, Keep her off!Promptly the helmsman obeys, andour course veers slightly. He seessomething, remarks our friend, byway of information. Then suddenlyfrom the skipper, this time in a roar,Haul up the staysail, give her theballoon and gasoline, full speed anddrive her! Instantly the crew scramble on deck,the cards flying in all directions, andin a rush the orders are hurries up the rigging to assist theskipper in watching the fish, still somedistance away. The pulsations of thepowerful motor can be felt, and theroar of the laboring machinery comesfrom the engine-room below. Thevessel is tearing through the waternow, a broad belt of foam rushing by,. Dumping the Fish on Deck seemingly afire with its phosphorescentglow. Get in the boat, again roarsthe skipper hoarsely, already halfwaydown the rigging. Into the boattumble twelve powerful men, promptly in their places all. Over the rail goesthe skipper, the boat is released andshoots into the inky blackness, closelyfollowed by a dory with two oarsmen,pulling for might and main; and nowwe see the fish, that is, we see some-thing. It looks as though there werea tremendous fire beneath the watersome distance off, and the glow shoneupward toward the surface, much as adistant conflagration illumines the mackerel, a raft of em,volunteers the cook, who has the wind has died out and only themuffled beat of the motor is a sharp command from themasthead man, and the vessel swingsaround as we slide off in another di-rection. Time slips by, and an houris gone before suddenly
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