Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-09-04
The Isles of shoals.
YOUR coRREsroxnExr GETS sEA-sIcE.
ArPLEDoRE, Aug. 80, 1878.

AffLhDOkE. mug. ~, 100
Edit0y Rut2ond Herald: An urgent
invitation from three or four capital
gond fellows. to join them in a Goldfish
ing expedition one fine morning, was a
temptation not to be resisted. This anna
teur codtishing is quite an attractive fea-
ture at the Shoals. These excursions are
subject to many vicissitudcs. Some
times these parties return empty-hand-
ed, and become the victims of slndry
crdeI Jokes, of which those who remain
on shore seem to keep stock on hand,
and are-ever ready to inhict on the I'M
successful fishermen. Sometimes they
are becalmed and wait all day, and even
part of the night, for breeze; then,
again, the wind freshens, and our little
boat pitches and losses among the waves
more than is agreeable to landsmen.
Sometimes dead calm is succeeded by a
thunder-showeF, with fierce and fitful
gusts of wind when all sails are hauled
down and we are tossed about and
drenched with rain. A fog is most to be
dreaded 1t is surprising how suddenly
these fogs make their appearance. 1t is
a beautiful day-the sun shining from a
clear sky-but you observe a long, low,
drab-colored line in the eastern horizon.
1t expands and creeps along, and in less
than half an hour you are enveloped in a
fog so dense you can hardly see two
boat-lengths ahead. But on the morn
ing of the expedition to which | refer,
we run out of the little harbOr before q
light breeze. The ocean was in one of
her happiest moods, and we skinned
along some four or five miles, till our
skipper intimated that there were plenty
of cod awaiting our hooks. The scene
was truly exhilirating. We heave the
anchor-our faithful skipper bats our
hooks and takes off the fish, and waits
On us in the most approved manner. We
cast down our lines in about fifty feet of
water. and soon began to haul in the
fish about as fast as the skipper can take
them off and rebait the hooks. 1t is
truly exciting. You feel down in the
depths-not delicate little nibble of a
trout or perch-but a sturdy grab at
your hook that means business. To haul
in the line over the edge of the boat so
rapidly that it brings up column of
salt water, like an endless chain pump,
which sprinkles you all over-to feel the
pitching and plunging that indicates you
have hooked big one, and then to bring
him to the surface, and haul in a cod
weighing fifteen or twenty pounds-this
was an achievement which left your cor
respondent in happy frame of mind,
aud fully convinced there was no place
like the Isles of Shoals and no sport like
codfishing. The boat, lying at anchor,
kept up a rocking, jerking motion, which
| rather enjoyed than otherwise. AT
length l yawned slightly-it was not
much of yawn for me. / soon yawned
again, louder, deeper than before-One
of nv companions charged me with pre-
parinp to swallow one of the big cod
fish. | yawned the third time, bringing
all nv resources to bear upon the effort,
nv companion asks if | am preparing to
swallow a whale. About that time |
began to be conscious that my head was
not exactly level. l soon received no
tice that my stomach was not quite
level. and ere long it seemed to be in
commotion, as if the last patent egg
heater were operating on its contents.
When pulled up cod it smelt ten times
more tfishy than usual. In short. the
whole odor and aspect of things, in and
about the boat, was intensely disgust
I had made a good breakfast at the
Appledore, but | felt about that time
that there was a strong tendency up
aoard in the provision market; certainly
every article that entered into that
breakfast went up with astonishing rap
idity. Then up came my supper OF the
night before then vomited up the cur
tain lecture my wife gave me last even
ing. which / was conscious at the time
Law rather hard on my stomach. One or
two mighty throes and up came last Sum
DAVIS sermon, and in last mighty and
final effort, of this strange reversal OF
the engine of my digestive organs, |
threw up portion of my political creed
at the last presidential canvass. All
things end, and so did my sea sickness;
I returned to the Appledore right glad
TO escape the treacherous sea, ana SET
foot on solid land once more. MY
stomach subsidized. and Orchard is him.
self again." Thirty or forty fine cod
were among the results of the expedi-
ton. My appetite for fish was none OF
the best at the supper table, ana, as !
retired for the night, my bed did not be-