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than with this my first capture of a shark, and a veri- 

 table man-eater at that. There was hard work enough 

 on our part, and a wonderful display of power on his. 

 It seemed as if our boat must go to pieces in the fight, 

 and there was a spice of danger in the whole beastly 

 business that made one's nerves tingle." 



To go sharking, any of the yachts can be hired; or 

 by taking a trip to Wauwinet in the little steamer 

 u Island Belle," or in the regular ferry-boat " Lillian," 

 one can secure the services of Capt. Alexander Bunker 

 or the ^"orcross boys, and be put on the sharking 

 ground in short order. 



In the spring and fall, large quantities of haddock, 

 cod, and pollock are caught at South Shore and 'Scon- 

 set. The fishermen put off from the shore in little 

 boats called dories, — mere egg-shells, but probably as 

 safe surf boats as any in the world. The scene at the 

 beach, on the arrival or departure of the fishermen, is 

 a very exciting one to those who have never witnessed 

 the floating or landing of a fishing boat where there is 

 a heavy surf. Dragging his boat down to the water, 

 the fisherman scans with a keen eye every wave as it 

 rolls upon the shore. Soon he discovers one that suits 

 his purpose : he waits until the instant it breaks into 

 foam on the beach, then with a tremendous shove he 

 sends his boat skimming into the receding wave, jumps 

 into it, snatches his oars, and with a quick, strong, 

 determined pull, his boat is off and away, dancing like 

 a feather over the crest of the next mighty billow. If 

 there is a breeze, he drops one oar, ships the other at 

 the stern to steer with, sets his little sail, and before 

 his watchers have tired with gazing after him, he is on 



