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coat! and that perhaps a borrowed one ! Not even a 
dog followed him ; only his title stuck to him. I also 
saw one of the crew. They all had caps of the same 
pattern, and wore a subdued look, in addition to their 
naturally aquiline features, as if a breaker — a “ comb¬ 
er”—had washed over them. As we passed Wood End, 
we noticed the pile of lumber on the shore which had 
made the cargo of their vessel. 
About Long Point in the summer you commonly see 
them catching lobsters for the New York market, from 
small boats just oflP the shore, or rather, the lobsters 
catch themselves, for they cling to the netting on which 
the bait is placed of their own accord, and thus are 
drawn up. They sell them fresh for two cents apiece, 
Man needs to know but little more than a lobster in 
order to catch him in his traps. The mackerel fleet had 
been getting to sea, one after another, ever since mid¬ 
night, and as we were leaving the Cape we passed near 
to many of them under sail, and got a nearer view than 
we had had ; — half a dozen red-shirted men and boys, 
leaning over the rail to look at us, the skipper shouting 
back the number of barrels he had caught, in answer to 
our inquiry. All sailors pause to watch a steamer, and 
shout in welcome or derision. In one a large Newfound¬ 
land dog put his paws on the rail and stood up as high 
as any of them, and looked as wise. But the skipper, 
who did not wish to be seen no better employed than a 
dog, rapped him on the nose and sent him below. Such 
is human justice ! I thought I could hear him making 
an effective appeal down there from human to divine 
justice. He must have had much the cleanest breast 
of the two. 
Still, many a mile behind us across the Bay, we saw 
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