“AND ALL ALONG THE OLD JIB BOOM.”
Woodcraft Boys at Sunset Island. Page [52]
So, the breakfast was hurried through and the Captain’s launch towed the big rowboat out to the trawl. On the way, they met Captain Benton from Isola Bella with three of the maids and the two little girls. Soon, that rowboat was added to the tow.
“We came over to see if you were going to look at the trawl,” announced Miriam. “Katy and Tillie want to see the fun so we made Jenny come too, though she hates a boat and told us she just knew she’d get seasick.”
“Where’s Bridget?” called Billy, who was very friendly with the fat Irish cook.
“Bridget said that a sight of all those queer fish would turn her stomach—she said to me, ‘Ye see, me dear, I hev a rale wakeness in me stomack whin I see sich ungodly craythers.’” Miriam giggled as she mimicked Bridget.
But it was just as well that Bridget had not joined the party that day for the trawl outdid itself in the revelations of the vasty deep.
An immense barndoor skate was followed by a sea-toad, or puffer, which continued to swell like a balloon the longer it was out of water. Then came some haddocks and dog-fish; suddenly, Fred exclaimed at the weight of the line and there arose to view a large ungainly monk-fish, or angler.
“Oh, Captain! don’t throw him overboard until I get a photo of him,” cried Paul.
So intense was the interest and the fun that only the Captain and Mr. Remington noticed the fog that had crept stealthily up until the whole bay south of Flat Island was a blank wall of impenetrable mist.