*348 WHALING AND FISHING. 



of the second day after we left New York, tV 

 little craft was safely moored at " Deep Hole " 

 the name of the particular anchorage chosen for 

 her. We found here a number of schooners at 

 anchor. 



""What are those vessels, Smyra?" asked I, as 

 we two were stowing the jib. 



" Some coasters, and some fishermen." 



With a quickness peculiar, 1 believe, to fisher- 

 men and coasters, the boy now began telling over 

 the names of the various vessels. Many lay a 

 mile off; but he knew them all. This was a 

 coaster, that a fisherman ; this a Harwood vessel, 

 that one from Barnstable. 



" And yonder in the offing is a Down-Easter.*' 



" How do you know that ? Have you seen her 

 before?" 



" No ; but I know by her rig. No Cape man 

 would have such a clumsy masthead to his vessel." 



When the sails were furled, and all was made 

 snug, our crew departed shoreward in the boat, 

 leaving me alone on board, as " ship-keeper." 



" There's plenty of eggs, and everything else 

 you want, in the cabin, Charley; you must cook 

 lots for yourself," said Smyra, as he gaily jumped 

 into the stern sheets. 



" And there are some good books in the cabin, 

 too, Charles," said the skipper, "you can take 

 whatever you please." 



So they went ashore to their pleasant homes, 

 while I, poor fellow, remained on board in 



