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the dories are rigged out and the tubs of trawl, buoys, buoy-!ines, anchors, 

 etc., are put into them. As each dory gets ready she is rowed out in her 

 regular place, which has been drawn for by lot, and the work of setting the 

 trawls commences. Each takes a different direction from the vessel. Thus 

 the vessel forms the centre and the trawls form radii of a circle, being set 

 with a buoy and anchor at each end. A good flag is placed on the buoy at 

 the outer end, which extends about a mile and a half from the vessel, and 

 the dories then row aboard, and the trawls are left out till the following 

 morning. 



At daylight all hands are called out to breakfast, immediately after which 

 the dories are hoisted out, and row to the ends of their trawls, being guided 

 by the flags when it is clear ; but when it is thick and foggy, which most 

 frequently happens, finding the outer buoy is a matter of much difficulty, 

 and the dories frequently lose themselves. However, being clear, it is all 

 plane sailing to-day. There is some rivalry between the dories, as to which 

 one shall bring most the fish or get done first ; but as the reader is to ac- 

 company us, we will proceed leisurely so as to examine all the curios that 

 come up. 



We've taken hold of the buoy, then, and having shipped the roller in the 

 bows, commence hauling away. At last the anchor heaves in sight, after 

 what you think a long haul, and here on the first hook is a good codfish, 

 but I don't see much more coming along. There, again, is a haddock. 

 Take notice of those teeth-marks about him. A halibut has been endeavor- 

 ing to swallow him. See what a scared look he has! When hauling trawls 

 I sometimes liken the expression of different fish to their counterparts on 

 terra-firma. Thus, the haddock bears a strong resemblance to the sheep or 

 lamb. Their large innocent eyes seem to look up appealingly as they come 

 up alongside the dory. They accept their fate, too, with sheepish resigna- 

 tion, and scarcely ever stir after being slatted off the hook into the dory. 

 They are the prey of almost every other fish that swims, and altogether, 

 must have a very hot time of it, indeed, down there. 



What have we coming here ? A rock which is perfectly honey-combed— 

 "Perforated sore and drilled with holes." 

 This work is accomplished by a species of boring bivalve, whose generic 

 name I am unable to give, but if you could descend and take a submarine 

 stroll, you would scarcely find a rock but was in the same state wherever 

 these curious fellows are found. Curled into some of these holes, and clus- 

 tered around the rock, in fantastic shapes, you observe numerous sandy 

 tubes. These are inhabited by curious worms, known to the naturalist as 

 annelids. They are widely distributed all over the fishing banks, wherever 

 the bottom can be made available for building their cells. There are vari- 



