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picturesqueness of the actual life of the flakes. 
There is now no more pitchforking ; that ordeal 
at least is over. 
The fish are spread upon the flakes by hand, 
and the operator becomes very expert in shying 
a dried cod into exactly the right spot. An 
expert will shy cod half the length of a long 
flake and never make a miss. 
Here they lie in the sun to be blown upon 
by the kindly winds, and if these winds prove 
unkindly and blow upon the patient cod dust 
from the road and soot from the chimneys, that 
is but a slight vicissitude in the life of a dried 
codfish which nobody minds. 
When night comes the cod are gathered up 
into piles on the flakes and covered over. In 
the morning they are spread out again. This 
is repeated every fair day until they are dry 
enough, when they are put into the picturesque 
press-piles again to await transportation to 
distant markets. Such is the history attached 
to the fragrant flakes, and such is the occupation 
of Digby. 
Nothing looks less likely to produce a large 
income than a pile of dried codfish, perhaps 
with an old coat hung over it, that being the 
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