“AT INDIAN HARBOR”
“’Tis a wonder you’ve lived through it all,” said I.
He laughed. “An’ why, zur?” he asked.
“Many’s the ship wrecked on this coast,” I answered.
“Oh no, zur,” said he; “not so many, zur, as you might think. Down this way, zur, we knows how t’ sail!”
That was a succinct explanation of very much that had puzzled me.
“Ah, well,” said I, “’tis a hard life.”
“Hard?” he asked, doubtfully.
“Yes,” I answered; “’tis a hard life—the fishin’.”