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Identifier: littlefolksinfea00mill (find matches)
Title: Little folks in feathers and fur, and others in neither
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: (Miller, Harriet (Mann) Mrs.), 1831- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Zoology
Publisher: Hartford, Conn., Dustin, Gilman & co. Cincinnati, Ohio, Queen city publishing co. (etc., etc.)
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treatment, and become the flattened out fellowswe buy at the grocery. Cod fish? Yes, of course its a Cod fish, though why weshould say Cod fish any more than trout fish, Im sure Id liketo know. I must tell you about this hunting. When the boats get intothe neighborhood of the fishing ground, everything is made ready.Each man has three or four feet of the edge of the vessel for hisuse, and his line is all ready on a reel, while barrels of bait standhandy. Think of needing barrels of bait, you boys who carry allyou want in a tin spice-box! The bait, too, is different from yours. Sometimes soft-shellcrab, sometimes small fish, which they catch in nets, and again,chun1 s of the Cod themselves. The fish go in crowds — shoals, they call it—and the instantone is seen, every man springs to his place, and throws out his line.From that moment, as long as a fish will bite, they never leave theirpost. What they eat, if they eat anything, is brought to them bythe cook. IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 301
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The Cod are greedy creatures, and the men have only to baitthe hook, and haul up the fish. Like other greedy fellows, theysuffer for it, for they suddenly find a hook in their mouths, and inspite of their struggles they take a flying leap on the deck. Thefirst thing that happens to them is to lose their tongues, for eachman keeps an account of his fish by the tongues. Then they liein heaps on the deck till the fishing is over for the day. Generally,after some hours hard work, the fish will suddenly leave, whethersuspicious of the odd way in which their friends jump out of thewater and return no more, or whether frightened by a larger fish,nobody knows. Then every man puts up his line, and all go to work to disposeof their deck load. Tables made by boards resting on barrels, arestretched across the deck, and the men are divided into squads. A nice time the poor Cod has before he gets through all theserough hands. Luckily, hes dead long ago, and dont care a snapwhat happens to him. n Th

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