Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1883-11-30
FISH LANGUAGE.
Curious Sounds that the Fishermen
Tell About Hearing-HOw they are
Madc-A visit 10 Marblehcad and
What IL Seen There.
Correspondence OF Philadelphia Tlmes.I

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Correspondence of Philadelphia TlmesI
"Is there street in this tswn that
doesn't end in somebody's backyard p
asked the writer, who, with party of fell
low victims, had become involved in the
local labyrinth of Marblehead.
"Sartin," said the Marbleheader adj
dressed. "Naow, there's-and scratch
ing his head violently-"Come to think
ont ye'd better pass through. Marther,'
he cried, "let these ere city folks through,
will ye?"
The front door behind the old gentle
man opened with squeak, closing and
completely hiding "Marthar" behind it,
and observing hint from the invisible to
mind the turns, the party steered clear of
various household articles, passed through
the house and filed out into another street
only in a short time to bring up again in
another private door yard. 1t was then
that cross country cut was made 70 n
main street that apparently led to the
sea.
| 1t was difficult to realize in passing
through the quiet town that before the
Revolution it was our first fishing port.
The war scattered the hardy men far and
near, most of them taking to the navy.
After it they returned to their posts, only
to be again called out by the war of 1912,
at the close of which the historian tells
us.500 Marbleheaders were in British
prisons. From.this blow the town never
recovered, and now red-roofed cottages of
the wealthy Bostonians have taken the
place of many of the fishing houses, and
the town has a holiday air. Withal Mar.
blehead has Jagged behind the age, and
its peculiarities endear it to many. Many
of the houses have the old balconies and
slanting roofs of the olden time brass
knockers fash in the sunlight, and
through the narrow Gothic doors one-half
expects to hear the clank of rapiers and
catch glimpses of cavaliers. Until with.
i'll few years the natives of Marblehead
have objected to an intrusion, and their
war-cry, ''Jacket over-coat, rock him
round the corner" is wcllremembered by
the inhabitants of Lynn and Salem.
Continuing our way through fields and
over fences, we came out on the bold
rocks that breast the sea. Memories of
Floyd Ireson, who, with "hard heart, was
tarred and feathered and carried in q cart
by the women of Marblehead," still lin
ger round /; but it is fair to say that the
old man received more odum than lie ac-
tually deserved, and the facts as are all
such, were much exaggerated. In form
er times the place boosted large fleet of
fishing schooners-trim little crafts, with
gallant crews-who did good service in
the wars, but continued losses on the
Banks and the introduction of seine-fish-
ing have reduced the traffic to almost
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ants of the sturdy old fishermen are shoe
makers. Fishing, however, i'll small
way is not given up. and down in the
"Churn' and other hooks and miniature
bays in the rocks we find groups of DOR
les. The shore from here to Lynn, and
north as far as Gloucester, is exceedingly
attractive. Now great hcadlands of red
rocks, worn into every conceivable shape,
break over them in wild fury. Again, a
long line of hard, white beach stretches
away for miles, past Beverly and up the
Little Sliding'-hint to the geologist of
the great glacial days. To the south the
rocks are equally bold and rugged. Red
always abounds in specimens for the
on the long tide. When the winds set in
from the east the grand confusion and
roar of the conflict between land and sea
is terrible. and to our mind stormy day
on the Marblehead rocks is not to be
slighted. From here to the north extends
line of rocks, cut here and there by
many channels. Great Haste, Little
Haste and Misery NJ some of their names.
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with black seaweed, appear, looking like
: great sea monsters. One of them, Can.
, non Rock, has obtained n wide reputa-
tion from its pposedsupernatural power
! in announcing the approach of storms
|, The stranger on the coast, when stoi Il
is at hand, will wonder at the loud boo Ms
! which come in from the sea. Now the
sound seems far away, again stealing il
over the waves, rising with the wind
hurrying in rs if blown from cap to cap
until it reaches land in succession O
booms not unlike the sounds of distan
!. bombardment The old yaru-spinner
whisper of piratical craft that wen
down here years ago, and to repay fo
, their deeds they are obliged to fire min
ute guns at the approach of every storm
The secret is that the rock is bell-shoped
q and the waves washing in are forced on
through a small orifice much like th
i Spouting Horn, thus causing the boom
r ing souId that can be heard in clea
=. weather five miles or more.
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|. in th;s nciohborhcod and davlioht foun,
r ns M The 9rounJ ready for tLs frav On
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