3 WHALING AND FISHING. 



comfort and a seat by its fire be regarded as a 

 luxury, than which the conqueror of the world 

 can wish for nothing better. 



We are fast nearing our haven. And glad 

 ;jiough we all are of it, for the wind has risen 

 an til it already blows half a gale, and the great 

 waves roll after us savagely, trying to overtake 

 ue, and looking as though if they did, they would 

 inevitably smother our little craft. And then 

 too, as the excitement of the day dies out, and 

 we stand inactively about, the rain seems colder, 

 and our wet clothes adhere clammily to our 

 bodies, and make moving about a misery. Yon- 

 der is East Point Light shining brightly on our 

 beam. The headmost of our companions have 

 already shot around the point, and are running 

 up to their anchorage. 



" Man your sheets now, boys, and stand by to 

 trim aft ! " sings out our skipper. As we string 

 along the ropes the helm goes down. She comes 

 into the wind, shaking like a dog just come out 

 of the water, and at the same time the sails 

 are trimmed flat, and we gayly round the point. 

 In less than fifteen minutes we are in smooth 

 ivater. 



Two tacks take us nearly. up to Ten Pound 

 Island Light, and as we stand over once more, 



"Haul down the foresail!" shouts the captain. 

 u Stand by your main and jib halyards ! see youi 

 anchor all clear! " 



"There's a good berth, skipper," says one of 



