BLANC SABLON 



All were cod with the exception of a few dog- 

 fish — vicious-looking sharks much detested 

 by the fishermen — and one or two strange- 

 looking blue lumpfish. The men stood by and 

 disentangled the cod from the net and pitched 

 them into the hold, while the boss himself, 

 Mr. Grant, was ready with a boat-hook to fish 

 up the loosely attached cod that occasionally 

 dropped back into the water. His efforts were 

 skillful, but not always successful, and served 

 to give a sporting flavor to this rather mo- 

 notonous form of fishing. Every now and then 

 an interesting starfish or other marine in- 

 vertebrate would come up in the net, and I 

 was able to make a collection of red seaweeds 

 for a botanical friend at Harvard. We hauled 

 three miles of net and secured fifteen quintals 

 of fish. 



On our return our ardent party of amateur 

 fishermen again embarked,- this time in a row- 

 boat, and were towed by a motor-boat over 

 towards lie au Bois. Here we were left to drift 

 about for an hour or two and we entered into 

 a competitive sport of "jigging" for cod. The 

 "jig" is a bright piece of lead, somewhat of 

 the shape of a fish, about six inches long, ter- 

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