St. Nicholas Magazine for Boys and Girls, Vol. 5, September 1878, No. 11 | Page 2

for you."
We walked across the fields to my uncle's house. Taking each a basket
and knife, we began our journey, and soon entered the pine-woods. As
we walked along in the darkness, we could scarcely see each other or
the path. The wind was sighing mournfully among the tree-tops, and, as
we gazed upward, we could see the stars twinkling in the clear sky.
We soon emerged from the forest, and came to a sandy plain. Before us
was the ocean, just discernible. There were two or three lights,
belonging to vessels that were anchored near the shore. We could see
the waves and hear their murmur, as they broke gently upon the shore.
A soft breeze was blowing from the west, and the sea was almost as
smooth as a pond.
When we reached the beach, we found that it was low water. The boat
was at high-water mark. What should we do? We did as the fishermen
in that region always do in the same circumstances--took two rollers,
perhaps six inches in diameter, lifted the bow of the boat, put one of the
rollers under it, and the other upon the sand about eight feet in front of
it. We then pushed the boat until it reached the second roller, and rolled
it upon that until the other was left behind. Then the first was put in
front of the boat, and so we kept on until our craft reached the water.
Uncle James and George took the oars, and I sat in the stern, with the
tiller in my hand, to steer.
We got out over the breakers without difficulty, and rowed toward the
fishing-ground. It is queer that fishermen call the place where they fish,
"the ground," but that is only one of the many queer things that they do.
By this time, daylight had come. The eastern sky was gorgeous with
purple and red, and hues that no mortal can describe. Soon a red arc
appeared, and then the whole glorious sun, looking more grand and
beautiful than can be thought of by one who has never seen the sun rise
over the sea.
"How glorious!" I exclaimed, impulsively.

"Yes; it is a first-rate morning for fishing," said my uncle, whose mind
was evidently upon business, and not upon the beauties of nature.
After rowing about three miles, we stopped, and prepared for fishing.
Each of us had two lines, about twenty feet long. The hooks were about
as big as large trout-hooks. Pewter had been run around the upper part
of them, so that "sinkers" were not required. The pewter answered a
double purpose; it did duty as a sinker, and, being bright, attracted the
notice of the fish. Uncle James had brought with him some clams,
which we cut from their shells and put on the hooks. We threw in our
lines and waited for a bite. We did not wait long, for, in less than a
minute, George cried out, in the most excited manner, "There's a fish
on my hook!"
"Pull, then!" shouted his father.
He was too agitated to pull at first, but, at length, managed to haul in
his line, and, behold, a slender fish, about eight inches long, showing
all the colors of the rainbow, as he held it up in the morning sun! It was
our first mackerel. While admiring George's prize, I suddenly became
aware of a lively tug at one of my own lines. I pulled it in, and found
that I had caught a fish just like the other, only a little larger. No sooner
had I taken it from the hook than my other line was violently jerked. I
hauled it in hurriedly, and on the end of it was--not a mackerel, but a
small, brown fish, with a big head and an enormous mouth. I was about
to take it from the hook when my uncle called, "Look out!" He seized it,
and showed me the long, needle-like projections on its back, with
which, but for his interference, my hand might have been badly
wounded. This unwelcome visitor was a sculpin. Sculpins are very
numerous in this region.
[Illustration: MACKEREL-BOATS.]
Uncle James explained how I happened to catch one of them. They
swim at a much greater depth than mackerel usually do, and, while I
was busy with one line, the other had sunk some twelve or fifteen feet
down where the sculpins dwelt.

When mackerel are inclined to take the bait, they are usually close to
the surface of the water. They began now to bite with the greatest
eagerness, and gave us all the work that we could do. As soon as I had
taken a fish from one line, the other demanded my attention. I did not
have to wait