. Rod and gun. ly good, but a bitclumsy to ship in a heavy sea. In one of the last sheltered bays wethrew the rude anchor over and start-ed to dragnet for bait. We secured acouple of ferkins of herring and ouli-can and also quite a few squid—thoseminiature devil fish. During thenight we heard chains ratthng andnaval orders given and when weawoke half of the Canadian Navy wasanchored near us—the Rainbow,looking quite spick and span, after atrip about the islands and the chase ofa U. S. fish pirate. There are hun-dreds of these gasoline craft that fishinside the lawful three mile have
. Rod and gun. ly good, but a bitclumsy to ship in a heavy sea. In one of the last sheltered bays wethrew the rude anchor over and start-ed to dragnet for bait. We secured acouple of ferkins of herring and ouli-can and also quite a few squid—thoseminiature devil fish. During thenight we heard chains ratthng andnaval orders given and when weawoke half of the Canadian Navy wasanchored near us—the Rainbow,looking quite spick and span, after atrip about the islands and the chase ofa U. S. fish pirate. There are hun-dreds of these gasoline craft that fishinside the lawful three mile have wireless to tell of thecruisers approach, but she got withinquickfiring range and a shot or twosoon brought the marauder up andthere she lay at anchor with a prizecrew on. We saluted with a fish hornbless you! It was all we had, and thebig white thing never even returned it,in fact the haughty sentry on the gundeck ignored us so entirely that henever even glanced at us as our im- 1122 ROD AND GUN IN CANADA. Native Indian Anclior175 lb. Sturgeon mensc hull swept by. Never mind,the next time that salute is cut out—remember. Now we entered the open straitsand I here was a nice long, oily swellthat made us pitch and toss and ourbig sail swing from side to side like ademented hammock. I knew Ishould never eat fresh herrings on aFriday, so I relinquished the tiller toFritz and took up a restful positionin the lillle cabin forwards. Fritzcalled out that he too should never eatof fresh herrings on a Friday and in-timaled that he wanted to exchangeplaces with me, but I was to allentreaty until my turn came and Itook the stick. The course I steeredthat craft was shameful. A nasty little put, put, puttering gasolinetub came careening by asking if Ineeded any help. Oh! I needed nohelp, all I really wanted was a newstomach and a new head and a fewother new parts, but I forbore to men-tion it and steered for the ooen sea. We passed that dreaded Cape Flat-tery on the ebb tide and
Size: 1093px × 2285px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, booksubjectf, booksubjecthunting
