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Title: The Viking blood; a story of seafaring
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Wallace, Frederick William, 1886-1958
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Publisher: Toronto Hodder and Stoughton
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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e offers a good price.Well unload right away and git aout to-night sos wellgit a days fishin to-morrow. Well come up for supper,mother. With Captain Bill Smith, the harbor-master, checkingthe weights as they discharged the fish, they emptied theWest Winds hold clean to the floors. You got a goodjag, Judson, said the Captain. You must ha flshedhard to git all them in that time. Dye spose well be high-line, Capen? asked Judwith a twinkle in his eye. The old harbor-master bit off a chew of tobacco. Yemight, he answered non-committally. Ye never kintell. Burton, naow—dye spose he landed as much as wedid on his spring trip? queried Nickerson quizzically. He might have, replied the old man, with an unemo-tional visage. Ye never kin tell .... til th tallys pub-lished. Judson chuckled and clapped the other on theback. Closern a clam, you are. Capen, but youre quiteright. Im agoin to beat him sure! Im off to-night foranother jag. That evening they slipped out of Eastville for the Banksagain.
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CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR AFTER making a few sets on Western Bank, they ranup on to Grand again and anchored on the south-western edge of the ground. Donald went in thedory with Jaek Thomas, and the two of them got along verywell together, hut Donald found the dory work considerablydifferent from the deck labor of a fishing vessel. Rowing theheavy boat to windward or against the tide for a mile or twowas genuine hard work, and hauling a trawl against thesame wind and tide for the liest part of a day was a jobwell-calculated to try the muscles of the arras and back.However, with time, he soon caught on, and after acouple of weeks over the side, he could do his share of haul-ing trawl in the dory-bow and at baiting up the gear. When he got into the swing of it, Donald really enjoyedthe work. There was something indescribably alluring inbeing out on old oceans breast in a frail boat a hundredmiles from the nearest land and pulling up the finny spoilfrom the sea floor, anywhere from two hundred

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