ni FISHERMAN'S SUNDAY 159 



All are skippers. The owner of the net may not 

 have sighted the fish first, and usually there is 

 present a man of even more experience, who 

 knows best what rock-ledges, under which the 

 foot of the net may catch, happen to be uncovered 

 by the sand; to whom the owner himself is ready 

 enough to defer, but not his scratch crew. We 

 have none of the Cornish tuck-seines, for use at 

 sea without hauling them ashore; nor have we the 

 Cornish organization. Never a haul is made with- 

 out all hands acknowledging, though not in so 

 many words, that it ought to have been done 

 better. 



Yet nothing can destroy the fascination of 

 seining, because it takes place so often when sea 

 and sky are at their loveliest; and for that reason 

 — not simply on account of the excitement — 

 hauls with the seine stay fresher in one's mind than 

 almost any other fishing turn-outs. Benjie would 

 certainly show surprise were he reminded how 

 many years it is since he made his last wonderful 

 night of long-hauls. On a Sunday evening he 

 came across beach : 'What's say if us shoves off 

 the seine-boat an' makes a haul or two? Water's 

 nice an' thick. Tide's just right.' 



'Sunday evening, ain't it? Thought thee 



