The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-04-06
wALLABoUT AND FULTON.
The Two Great Markets Which Supply
 Manhattan With Provisions.

Manhattan With Provisions.
 Situated just back of the Brooklyn navy yard, the Wallabout market cov- CTS over fifteen acres of land, easily reached by boat, wagon and railroad service, and offers a trading place not only for both Manhattan and Long Is- land, but for the Jersey shore across the water. It alone handles 20 per cent. of New York's food stuffs.
 To appreciate the picturesque quail ties of this immense emporium, says the Broadway Magazine, one must go there at two o'clock of a Saturday morning, as the merchants are getting things in readiness for the last day of the week.
 Then the wagons that bring in the truck from Long Island have already foregathered in the open area on the cobbestones and each individual far aner, sleepy eyed and yawning, is busy stacking his freshly scrubbed vegeta- bles in tall piles ready for display.
 There are carrots, perhaps, as clean as whistle and the color of orange dark red beets, brittle lettuce, suc- culent white onions (this is in August or late July), corn and radishes and cauliflower.
 The great wagons, hooded like prai- rie schooners, come lit and swinging under the wagon beds, in amid the wheels. If you ask driver, he will tell you they have been on, the road nine or ten hours, coming from far away down on the island, and that he will have to stay at the Wallabout un- til nearly noon of the new day.
 These wagons bring in the bulk of the offerings at this market Big, stanch vans all ask and iron clamped sturdily together to withstand the rat tie and pumping of the macadam roads though Long Island highways are fla nous for their excellent condition tops all covered with thick canvas to keep out the weather, and their thick side panellings bearing the names of their Dutch owners, the "vans'' and wan ders," the "oos" and the "uys"
 In Manhattan itself is Fulton Fish Market, great place for the idle to run across picturesque and amusing folk. The cavor and aroma of 1t smite the air in all directions for hundreds of yards, and when you leave the little, trundling Fulton street horse car and pick your way across the wet blanks and amid the stalls you ealize that some one has fish for sale in this place.
 Go out through the piscatorial odor on to the dock and engage yourself in, conversation with an old-time fisher man. He will tell of how the mackerel boats from Gloucester came in so thickly in the spring months that they back up alongshore as far as Thirty fourth street; of how the mackerel come in shoals and by the myriad, and sometimes are so hungry they will eat the paint off 8 dory and sometimes wouldn't bite if you laid the bait on the end of their nose; of how they catch all day and flee down" the fish each night; of how the men go out from the ship in little boats and fish lon their own hook" getting a cent apiece in addition to their pay Cthirty- five to forty dollars 8 month) for each fish they land of how a boatoad of fish is worth from twenty-five hunddede to thirty-hve hundred dollars to it's owner, and more of the same sort.
 The talk may drift to bluefish and weakflsh. These latter fishermen are hostile to the mackerel fleet, they catch off Hatteras and Barnegat and such waters and race into the harbor under full sail-and against harbor law-in order to beat the mackerel men ont nS their place in the unloading line. Tues days and Wednesdays are the days of the week most of the ships come in, and Thursday morning early is good time, also spring and fall are the sea- sons of the year when trade is brisk
 Up around the Connecticut coast" he will remark, with bland, blue eye, "there are schooners in the business that are one hundred and fifty years ol7 and still stanch vessels"
 You must not murmur at this. It is