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they has their nets of, fouls worse'n our cotton. 

 But 'tis cheaper. Why don' 'em turn their nets 

 up an' down for a bit, an' look an' see the lay o'it? 

 'Twould save time in the end — an' gear. They 

 don't seem to trouble how they breaks it abroad.' 



'It belongs to a company I expect.' 



*Aye! that there's it. You don't take the 

 same care when it belongs to a company, n'eet 

 when 'tis a gen'leman owner's, as you do when 

 the gear belongs to the likes o' ourselves. 'Tisn't 

 natural to.' 



Suddenly there was a shout. The crane was 

 hastily lowered. People ran to peer over the 

 quayside. An animal sound arose. Then work 

 went on as before. 



We saw on the after-deck a man whose hand 

 was crushed into a blue and red squash, from 

 which hung shreds of skin. They poured petroleum 

 over the wound and bound it up with dirty rag. 

 'An' that's the way o'it, I tell thee,' said Jim. 

 'But I'd like to be in one o' these here boats, after 

 that.' 



We walked to the lighthouse, which stands on 

 the eastern of the two jetties which have been flung 

 far into the sea to form an entrance for the harbour. 

 Women, each with a basket slung on her back, 



