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visit some of the other vessels. To do either of 

 the latter, we do not require the assistance of 

 boats, for the fleet has so crowded the harbor, 

 that one can without difficulty walk from one side 

 of the harbor to the other, a distance of three- 

 fourths of a mile, on vessels. 



Toward evening the wind hauls to the north- 

 ward, the weather clears up, and great snow-white 

 clouds, looking like gigantic puffs of steam from 

 some engine in the other world, roll grandly across 

 the sky, sure signs of good weather. "We "turn 

 in " early, and are called out at three o'clock A. M. 

 to get under way. We find every body around us 

 in motion, some heaving up their anchors, others 

 hoisting their sails, some with boats ahead, being 

 towed out of the crowd, so as to enable them to 

 shape a course, and a few already steering oat of 

 the harbor. We follow suit with all haste, and 

 daylight finds us in Boston Bay, with the fleet 

 around us, and the hills of Cape Ann blue in the 

 distance. 



Such is a fish day, with its accompaniments. 

 Of a series of such, with the intervening period? 

 of idleness, our trip was composed. It would be 

 tedious to enter into a narrative of the voyage, 

 therefore. Sufficient understanding of the de- 

 lights and discomforts of the business will be 

 gained by what I have recounted. Our first trip 

 lasted five weeks. In that time we filled up every 

 barrel on board. Eeturning to Harwich, we 

 landed our cargo. Here the fish were assorted 



