Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-09
CATCHING GAME FISH
ripping 1t Into the Blues" of
the North Atlantic.
SHARING IN WILD SEA SPORT
Participation by Market Fishermen
and Sportsmen.
MORE CRUEL THAN THE SHARK
Arrival Heralded by Fleeing Victims
Strong as a Salmon-TroIling
for the Market.
MORE CRUEL THAN THE SHARK

There they are! About three miles
southeastr'
The mate slid down the weather shrouds
and took the wheel, while the captain cat
clambered up the mast hoops with the
glass to take look. Presently he passed
it to me, where 1 chung under his feet For
minute or two I could see nothing but
blue sky, Keeling and swinging. for the
Orpheus was slanting her great height gid
Oily over the sea like a tall tower about
to fall And as she leaned, with the press
of a seventeen mile wind pushing her down,
she rolled like a porpoise and scared like
horse taking a ive-barred fence
After while the glass steadied itself to
the dipping horizon. Suddenly its objective
was filled with white specks, whirling,
plunging, weaving In and out necessarily
gulls, hundreds of them, lowering over
one place.
They grew bigger and bigger, like
slide in a magic lantern. In five minutes
1t was not necessary to climb aloft to see
them. In ten minutes we could hear them
screaming.
Under the gulls were "they"-the blue
fish.
The Orpheus lay over a little more.
seventeen mile wind isn't a gale, or even
half gale; but many good skipper con-
descends to take single reef in his main
sail when the breeze pipes up to that
measure. The Orphens carried not only q
full main, but topsail as well. And the
shadow of that topsail fell on the sea far
sbeam as she raced
''Taking It Green"
Perched on the weather side. the lands
men aboard had two equally demoralizing
views. Turning their faces to the wind
they might look down the black, slippery
shining counter and sides and see where
the keel tore along. fathom deep. like a
monster in the green whirling Or they
might face the other way and see nothing
under them except driving tide OF white
water, where the decks descended sheer
into the sea with the lee rail buried so deep
that il appeared and reappeared only at
rare intervals as the Orpheus lifted to a
higher swell than usual
Not that there were many landsmen on
deck. OF the seven who had shipped the
evening before spouting enthusiasm and
strange nautical technicalities while the
Orpheus lay nicely anchored inside of the
sheltering white arm of Sandy Hook three
We're in the cabin in extremity of death
from seasickness. and two of those who re-
manned on deck were growing neatly yellow
In the face in promise of what was 10
come.
Even the two who remained hale felt that
it was well not to look too often how the
topmast of the sioop swung widely under
the arch of the sky like an inverted pen
dulum.
Looked at the Sea.
They looked. indeed at the sea: and a
rare spectacle it was under that rare June
sky and In that rare June weather
of wind. Ahead OF the Orpheus, far
and far till IT was lost in the dip OF
the horizon. the sea was a field Of endless
burrows all moving steadily on, archine
/ green and spraying snowy white foam from
every inch of all the countless miles oil
4 crest Astern, where one could look on the
| backs of the burrows as they passed. ths
wind combed them smooth. wonderful hills
| that seemed ever to climb upward as they
ran.
The sky dead ahead was full of gulls now