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[wherein lay their motor power and how they 

 managed to keep going. JVhen they spied a 

 school of mackerel, they rose straight into the 

 air with ^ great flapping of wings, then turned 

 their heads downward, folded their wings close 

 to their bodies, and dropped like a stone. Their 

 great beaks cut the water, they went under with 

 a terrific splash, and immediately emerged with 

 a fish in the net-like membrane beneath their 

 lower mandible. 



Every Sunday, a boat's crew went fishing. 

 ,We fished with hand lines weighted with lead 

 and having three or four hooks, baited at first 

 >vith bacon and later with pieces of fresh fish. 

 I never had such fine fishing. The fish bit as 

 fast as we could throw in our lines, and we were 

 kept busy hauling them out of the water. iWe 

 >vould fill a whale boat almost to the gunwales 

 in a few hours. iWith the return of the first fish- 

 ing expedition, the sailors had dreams of a feast, 

 but they were disappointed. The fish went to 

 the captain's table or were salted away in barrels 

 for the cabin's future use. The sailors, however, 

 enjoyed the fun. Many of them kept lines con- 



