102 FISH HAE VESTING. 



rock-bound nook, the water lashed into white 

 spray by a thousand tails and fins, plied with 

 all the power and energy the poor struggling 

 fish could exert to escape the dreaded foe. A 

 wall of rocks, right and left, ahead the shelving 

 shingle on they go, and hundreds lie high- 

 and-dry, panting on the pebbles. It is just as 

 well perhaps to die there, as to be torn, bitten, 

 and eaten by the piratical cannibals that are 

 waging fearful havoc on the imprisoned shoal. 

 The dogfish wound ten times as many as they 

 eat, and, having s"atiated and gorged their greedy 

 stomachs, swim lazily away, leaving the dead, 

 dying, and disabled to the tender mercies of the 

 sea-birds 'watching the battle, ever ready to 

 pounce upon the unprotected, and end its miseries. 



Garnering the herring-crop is the Coast Indian's 

 best 'sea-harvest;' lodges spring up like mush- 

 rooms along the edges of the bays and harbours ; 

 large fleets of canoes dot the water in every di- 

 rection, their swarthy crews continually loading 

 them with glittering fish ; paddling ashore, they 

 hand the cargo to the female part of the commu- 

 nity, and then start again for a similar freight. 



Indians have various plans for catchingherrings. 

 Immense numbers are taken with small hand- 

 iiets, literally dipping them out of the water into 



