A Trip to the Farallones, 



already starting off and spreading their 

 graceful lateen sails to the morning 

 breeze. A group of bronzed fishermenj 

 in their blue shirts, rubber boots, and 

 bright sashes, were at work making 

 ready some of the boats for the day's 

 labor, washing seines, hauling them in 

 to dry, and cleaning off the decks. 



The captain and two hands, compos- 

 ing the crew of our little boat, were late 

 in arriving, but presently appeared on 

 the wharf with supplies for the trip. 

 Like most of the fishermen, our men 

 were Greeks, understanding but little 

 English and speaking less. Our boat 

 was the largest of the fishermen's one- 

 masted craft with lateen sails, and was 

 decked over, leaving an apartment 

 below in which one might sit or crawl 

 about in the darkness. All being 

 ready, the anchor was drawn in and 

 stowed below, and the long oars were 

 brought into use to carry us well out 

 into the stream. By this time the 

 breeze had freshened so that the water 



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