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his cold nose into the empty plate. Like a shot, 

 gentlemen, the pig turned tail, and was snug in the 

 kennel before Toby well knew whether there was any 

 meat or not in the plate." 



" Capital \" we all exclaimed ; and so no doubt will 

 my readers exclaim, since the narrative may certainly 

 be relied on as authentic. I give it you as it was 

 told to us ; and I am sure Captain Tom is too vera- 

 cious a man to invent or exaggerate the story. 



The morning was foggy and unpromising, but the 

 prospect of lobster catching overcame the dishearten- 

 ing effect of the mist, and we were all upon the beach 

 in pretty good time and in pretty good spirits. When 

 we were at the water's edge the fog had lifted, not 

 resting upon the water, but with a thin stratum of 

 clear air between, through which we could discern 

 the surface of the sea to a considerable distance be- 

 neath the fog, which still filled all the higher air, and 

 enveloped all the land in a dense cloud. The massive 

 headlands, progressively receding into the distance, 

 loomed through the gray mist with fine effect, their 

 grandeur heightened by the indefiniteness which they 

 derived from their cloudy veil. We thought of some 

 of the effects in Turner's pictures. 



The boat was moored some distance off-shore, and 

 we were indebted to the kindness of a brother fisher- 

 man, whom our worthy skipper hailed, for putting us 

 on board in his punt. Here, then, we were embarked, 

 Captain Tom and his man Dick, and we three 

 idlers. Scarcely a breath of wind was stirring, and 



