The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1895-03-30

is another onei 1t IS about the size of
quaker" erasshopper aud flies about as
far, but with steadier fight it is of
the. color and brightness of silver.
Is that a flying fish? How could they
/ fly on to vessel, and how about that
picture in the geography, that represents
them as large as salmon, at least?
They will get bigger farther south, the
experienced companion exclaims And
Monday and Tuesday, they do get bigger
while the sun gets hotter, and the blue
waves bluer aud the trade winds come
with their balmy breath and subtle fra
GRANGE and there is no care and worry
in the world and never was and never
will, be and the ocean is gentle and
caressing and you believe that it always
was and always will be and the Gulf
stream fades from your memory's hori-
zon us the storm clouds have from the
limit of sight.
And whether the trades winds with
their loving touch and subtle fragrance
have beguiled you and wooed You and
won you or whether the blue depths of the
ocean have eaptivated both soul and
vision, you do not know or care or pom
der. but you gaze over the mighty,
bounding Prov and the spell of love is
upon you.
In love with the world-this grim,
hard world! In love with life-this vale
of tearsl Your fond gaze knows no i'm
perfections; your fond heart swells with
trust and happiness.
But the fying-fsh. They are out of
the water and away thirty feet before
you can wink. We saw some as large as
"tinker" maekerel, which they very
closely resem BILE. When 80 or 40 of them
take flight from ahead of the prov, they
seem like flock of silver swallows skim
ming the wave. See that one soar up
over that waves, just touching the crest
to give its wings renewal of vigor. 1t
sails for 200 feet. at least, skipping the
crest of wave after wave. And that one
turns its bright side to the trade winds
and scars around in graceful curve, as
one has seen swallows soar over the hay
fields.
And close to the prov, if you look
long enough you will perhaps see baby
| flying fish, the size of ten-ceut piece,
darling about, as lively as a humble
bee.
| You are never wearied of watching
them, if they are plenty but if they are
not, there is another attraction in this
fascinating bow of the good ship Barn
stable. The boy of the party, who has
sailed these seas before, has great wire
hook with four prongs several inches
long. IL is weighted aud has long
line attached toit. Patches of green and
golden "gulf-weed" are everywhere On
the ocean, some many feet in length and
width and some but a bunch few
| inches in diameter. The boy leans ex-
pectantly over the side with uplifted
hook. The water is from / 5 to 20 feet
away, according as the PROV goes up or
down. Suddenly he hurls his hook and
pulls away franticalIy at the cope. There
is a great bunch of the sea weed in the
hook when it comes up. As it drop on
the deck tiny crab hurries away
There are four of them in all, scarce a
half inch in diameter, and one is of a
bright and spotted color. The weed has
spines and blades instead OF leaves and is
thickly laden with tiny hollow globes,
that serve to buoy it On the water. Its
fragrance is the quintessence of spicy
deep-sea saltness. No coarse rock weed,
bathed in water that has washed the
shores and mingled with rivers can OK
hale aught but contaminated ocean per-
fume. This, however, is purity itself
This is almost, but not quite the same
as that faint and feeting fragrance that
the trade winds give, then take away
i Borrow the hook from your young
FREUD and try for yourself 1t isn't so
easy after all. 1t demands something of
the kEack of shooting birds on the wing.
The stream is going fast, you find, and
if you do hit the sea weed, ten to one the
rushing water will wash it from the hook
again before you can jerk it up out of
4 reach. You must have your line well
in hand for after you have caught your
fish, you must play it, quickly and skill
fully. When you become so expert that
you hurl the hook 80 feet from the ship
and snatch one small bunch as it rushes
by at the rate of IL niles an hour then
you exult and say to yourself that really,
the killing of a salmon, with reel and
rod, is mere child's play i'll comparison.
E. II. E.