THE MOLA, OR DEEP SEA SUNFISH.
THE LOBSTER TRAPS.
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The Captain finally succeeded in heaving the eel overboard, admitting as he did so, “I hate to ketch one of them critters on my hooks—they are so all-fired ugly!”
When order reigned once more and the boys had washed some of the bloody slime from hands and faces, Mr. Remington complimented them upon the stoic manner in which they “took their medicine.”
But when the boatload of some fifty fine fish was landed at Sunset Island, the surprise of the girls and Mrs. Remington repaid them for all of their vicissitudes.
“How long do you expect to keep up this trawling, and what do you intend to do with all of these eatable fish,” asked Mrs. Remington, overwhelmed when she heard the trawl had been rebaited for another catch.
“Well, the boys and I thought of a little plan to dry and salt a lot of fish for winter’s use. Especially as the high cost of meat in the city has turned our thoughts to a fuller appreciation of the bounties of the sea,” said her husband.
“Oh, mercy me! Have you stopped to think of the plague of flies—to say nothing of the horrid smell caused by old fish?” remonstrated Mrs. Remington.