The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . Islander is slow ofaction, of ambition and of combined with this there is a sur-prising cowardice on the water. Oneis inclined to think that the failureof the fishermen to take advantageof what appears to be a fine day forfishing is that it will allow them t-oloaf picturesquely around the codflakes, while the girls can-y and turnthe drying cod, or leisurely paint anew water-line on their little cloud in the Siky. an imitationthundei-stoi-m at the time the boatsleave in the early morni
The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . Islander is slow ofaction, of ambition and of combined with this there is a sur-prising cowardice on the water. Oneis inclined to think that the failureof the fishermen to take advantageof what appears to be a fine day forfishing is that it will allow them t-oloaf picturesquely around the codflakes, while the girls can-y and turnthe drying cod, or leisurely paint anew water-line on their little cloud in the Siky. an imitationthundei-stoi-m at the time the boatsleave in the early morning, or a windthat would mean a little tacking toreach the cod grounds, is sufficient tokeop every boat in. Tt never happensthat one boat goes without all. Theywork on principle, not on personalfeelings. For two nights I lay awake waitingfor the call of the fishermen with?^vhom I had an-anged to spend the dayat the fishinsr-grounds. At Amherst theboats were accustomed to leave atone oclock in the mornincr. and as alittle thundoi- hapnened to come atmidnight not a boat would leave that. SPLITTING MACKEREL day. The next night. I waited again,wondering what would be the excusethat time. At 2 I dressed andappeared at the beach, only to findthat the boats had left at fisherman explained later that hehad not called me because he did notthink I would like to get up soearly. I learned from one who wasnot a fisherman that it was the climbup the hill t-o the house where Istayed that had frightened the man. None of the fishei*men learn toswim. When asked what they didif they upset or were blown into thebreakers, they looked at me with sur-prise that I should ask. Sink, answered the one who couldcpeak English most fluently, after amoments thousfht. I lost my anxiety to accompanythem fishing. I could imagine themsinking in preference to striking out. When the day is bad they hangaround the stores and cod-flakes hurl-ing their ancient French at one an-other in paragraphs, an
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