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names of many of them. At the Folly, Walter Woodbury went in the Repub- 

 lican, Epes Woodbury in the Bonaparte, Epes Woodbury, Jr., in the Sea 

 Flower, Caleb Merchant in the Hope, Joel Griffin in the Lion, Nat. Lane in 

 the Sea Foam, John Clovis in the John, and Asa Woodbury in the Essex. 

 At Lane's Cove were the Liberty, Winthrop Sargent ; Heron, John Lane ; 

 Lily, Reuben Patch ; Jefferson, Moses Lane ; and William, Andrew and 

 John Langsford owned and went in pinkeys. The last-named was lost 

 overboard in 1826, in coming from Jeffries, and the crew carried the boat 

 into 'the harbor.' 



"There are many others whom I remember — Andrew Bailey, Robert 

 Stevens, William Young, Epes Lane, Joe Lane, David Lane, Fellows Mor- 

 gan, Harry Sargent, etc., who owned and fished in pinkeys. At 'Squam I 

 remember the Martha, David Chard ; Corporal Trim, John Duley ; Dove, 

 Joseph Davis ; and many others that I could recall. I remember a trip 

 that Daniel A. Robinson made to Western Bank in April, 181 7, in a pinkey 

 of forty or fifty tons named the Constitution. She was owned and fitted by 

 Epes Davis." 



Thanking " Uncle Joe " for his information, we next proceeded to hunt 

 up "Capt. 'Bijah." We found him smoking in a snug corner by a sea-coal 

 fire, and he gave us, between whiffs, the following account of his first trip : 



" I was ten years old when I made my first fishing trip. We went to 

 Cashes in a deck boat of twenty tons. Capt. Daniel Robinson was skip- 

 per and I was cook. There were six of us, all told. We went at the halves, 

 and all shared alike, the privilege of cooking and the glory of being skip- 

 per being considered in those days ample compensation for any extra labor 

 or responsibility. We took about forty barrels of mackerel, saving only the 

 large bloaters, which we slat into the barrels; the smaller fish we slat into 

 the lee scuppers and stamped them up with our boots for bait with which 

 to toll the fish. Afterwards we chopped bait with a hatchet, until Gunni- 

 son, of Newburyport, invented the bait mill, a godsend to the fishermen, 

 who could now smoke and spin yarns while on watch, instead of chopping 

 bait. A story is told, on the best of authority, of one skipper, Andrew 

 Burnham, who had been a great 'killer' in his time, that after the bait mill 

 came into use he was unable to sleep without the sound of the hatchet 

 chopping bait, to which he had been so long accustomed. It is said that 

 they tried pounding on the anchor stock, and tramping with their big boots 

 on the deck above his head, but all to no avail. There was an element 

 lacking in the noise they made, and he wooed the somnolent god to no ef- 

 fect, and was obliged to retire to private life on a farm, in the ' Second Par- 

 ish,' I believe. 



" We cooked in the old-fashioned way, in a brick fire place with a brick 

 chimney, and a wooden smoke stack or funnel which was intended to carry 



