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out, where the off-shore breeze blew truer, several 

 Ware trawlers sailed stiffly across the bay to their 

 western fishing-grounds. With their dark, belly- 

 ing lugsails of an ancient cut, their beaminess, their 

 high freeboard and their black and leaden paint, 

 they looked like craft not so much from another 

 fishing village as from a bygone age. 



'Do 'ee mind thic time. Daddy,' Uncle Henry 

 was saying, 'when you an' me went down 'long 

 wi' the boat-nets an' catched gert lobsters so fast 

 as us could haul, an' it come'd on to blow, an' us 

 pretty nigh losted the lot?' 



Granfie Coombe, who, not having been a fisher- 

 man, was soon tired of fishing yarns, deliberately 

 turned away to watch the dinghies. 'There!' 

 he exclaimed, pointing. 'Did 'ee see thic one go 

 about? 'Tis wonderful how they gets they boats 

 to sail nowadays.' 



'What, boy?' retorted Uncle Henry Oborne. 

 *They things o' skimming dishes !' 



'I an't never seen they dinghies they tells so 

 much about.' Daddy Pearn simply mentioned It 

 as a fact. 'They wasn't come about when I had 

 my sight.' 



'Ah!' said Uncle Henry. 'They Waremen's 

 the lads for me. You can sail somewhere In 



