The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1905-03-18

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what on this style:
| When swordfish was sighted sor
Of harpoon was thrown at him. n
stuck In his body and he usually dived
or else made on at terrific rate. TIC
the harpoon was attached a 'ong coil
OF light rope, the other end of which
was tied to key. This key was wa
tertight and large. and was tossed
overheard as soon as the fish was
speared.
Away would dash the fish. dragging
the key after him. The boat would fol-
low in the wake of the keg. At times
when the fish dived deep he would pull
the key clear under water. But Its
buoyancy always brought 1t up again,
and the fish with 1t. Or the key would
sweep along the surface. as II impelled
by electricity. casting up great clouds
OF spray, and impeding the fish's prog
ress. Finally the great quarry woulJ
tire Of the race and would fall an easy
victim to the men in the boat. The
only real element of danger came In
those unusual instances. when the
maddened brute somehow connected
the boat with his misfortunes and at
tackled 1t. Then, II he was big, live
ly fight was likely to ensue.
AS we tackled out of the quaint old
harbor and sailed into the sunrise, the
"Cap'n" pointed out to us a school OF
whales, disporting themselves less
than mile away. There must have
been 20 OF them, ranging anywhere
from 30 to 60 feet In length. Some lay
with third of their huge black bodies
out OF water. some played about like
awkward kittens; from all of them,
one after another, formations of spray
| would rise several feet in air as they
blew"
Whales never interest me-" yawned
Mrs. Solliday, as her husband timidly
directed her attention to an especially
large one; they always look so dis
gustingly much like their pictures"
mo use lookin' fer swordfish so
near them whales!" grunted the cap
tain, as he altered the course of the
boat.
You're mistaken, captain" cried |
Penfield, jumping up excitedly.
There's one now!"
"Where?" chorused the rest of us.
Hes gone! just caught glimpse
or him as he rose. He wasn't 20 yards
from the boat. I'm sure he was n
swordfsh," answered Penfleld, beside
himself with excitement. He was
playing nervously with the harpoon
which he had grasped.
1t struck me even then that. for a
would-be sportsman Penfield showed a
lamentable lack of that GOODNESS and
patience which is SO necessary to the
true hunter of big game.
THAT feller," muttered the "cap'n"
under his breath. lis liable to harpoon
a mackerel or a minnow II he don't
cam hisself!"
Ten minutes later low wall of mist
that had swept up from the north with
all the incredible speed so common to
that vicinity swirled around us.
1T may hold fer ten minutes or H.
may hold all day." said the "cap'n" In
response to our queries. BEST float
around bit and see"
We seemed cut off from the whole ,
world. So dense was the sea fog that
We could scarce see from one end of !
The boat to the other. About us at |
varying distances we could hear the lie
whales blowing and splashing. d
The mist (as every woman who (
'eads this will understand took the t
,url out Of Mrs. Solliday's hair. It c
lung In strings down her face. Also t
he choppy motion Of the fog blanket n
ID seas did not improve her looks or
Ter temper a
Are you nervous, dear?" muir 4
nured Phil. sitting down beside her as
he cast troubled look about. He was
teadying himself by holding one hand c
n the gunwale. 1t was his right hand.
% soothe her he laid his manned left i,
and-twisted and misshapen like
ONE hideous birds claw-on her arm.
The sight and touch Of 1t were too
luch for Mrs. Solliday's overweight
erves and stomach.
There is no danger" he was be-
inning, when she broke in with :,
hudder: q
Don't touch mel! Keep away from =
lie. That horrible hand of yours makes
lie sick! Oh, l never want to see you u
gain, you-you Caliban!'
Now, in her right mind, Mrs. Solli- N
ay could never have been guilty of 81
lch an unspeakably rude, brutal nj
peech. Least of all in public. Blu. In
ny woman who has suffered the O,
angs of seasickness knows there is W
ne miserable. hysterjcal phase of the &c
alady where the victim is scarce re-
,onsible for what she says or does. 70
i shall never again see such a look al
mingled pain and reproach as that re-
4 Holidays homely, sensitive face, a,
he shrank back from her as II W.
eaten. But the next second a cry 90
ON Penfeld turned our attention to =
at ardent sportsman Just in time 10 4.
e him spring to his feet and hurl the 10
lrpoon into the binding mist. ~
"Sw0rdfsh!" he beloved. ~
"You fool, that's a whale!" shouted a,
q captain. hurting out. rope and key m
he spoke. q,
Quick as he was. the pain-crazed ri
hale was ntIickar The x,cc.xo. =.