to dry. The parts of the fish the men did not 
want were thrown into the water. No one knew 
all this better than did the gulls of No-Man’s- 
Land. Any day when the fish-cleaners were at 
work you might see dozens of them flying about 
the wharves, dipping down into the water to get 
those things which a gull thinks are very good to 
eat. Hardheart did most of his fishing at an- 
other island several miles away, yet nearly 
every day he came to the harbor, and when he 
did you may be sure he got his full share of all the 
fish scraps thrown overboard. He was a bold 
fellow, too. When the men in the sheds did not 
work as fast as he thought they ought to, or, 
perhaps we had bet- 
ter say, when the 
food was alittle slow 
in coming, he would 
light on the wharf 
and, looking about, 
would scream at the 
top of his voice. 
One day a man 
, . but Hardheart hit her so hard 
threw a fish head at ‘that she was glad to leave it to him. 
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