FINE LARGE SALMON BY THE TON. 
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This word was no sooner passed around the decks than 
all the salt and old beef and pork barrels in the ship 
made their appearance about the fish-piles, and before 
the hammocks were piped down that night a dozen or 
more of them were filled with brine and cleaned salmon; 
and thei'e were still so many loft that, when the time came 
to wash the decks off next morning, the officer of the 
deck had to throw quantities of them overboard. It was 
more than a week before we could wash the ship clear 
of the smell of fish; and I doubt if any of the officers or 
crew of the ^‘old John” will ever again relish that article 
of food with any thing like their former zest. 
Even before thus getting our decks clear of the surplus 
fish, the “old John’s” restless anchor was again at the 
cat-head, as with low steam and furled sails wc continued 
the survey of the coast along the shores of the Bay of 
Taousk. 
The weather was calm and clear at first, but the next 
day it came on to blow fresh, and we were forced to an- 
chor again for shelter well in under the land. Finally, 
the bad spell blew by, and we were once more under way 
for Fabius Island, Bay of Taousk, where we hoped to find 
a plentiful supply of wood and water. Ai’rivcd at our 
destination, we fell in with a whaler, -whose captain kindly 
came on board and piloted us in to a good anchorage. 
We found a good berth well in with the island, let go our 
anchor, and sent the dingy in chai'ge of an oflicer to exa- 
mine a spot where the whaler had told us that a stream 
of water ran down from the mountain into the sea. 
AVhen the boat returned, her ofiicer confirmed the state- 
ment of the whaler; and yet, as one looked at Fabius 
