The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1920-05-24
ARvEY CHEYNE'S father
was Immersed in amassing

was immersed Ill dinasoih6
IL more money; his mother was
busy with her nerves; and so we have
Harvey, at fifteen years, the insurer
able type that most grown males want
to heave a brick at on sight.
He was passenger on this ocean
liner, and she was crossing the Grand
Banks in fog. He came into the
smoking room saying: "You can hear
the fish boats squawking all around
us. Wouldn't it be great If we ran
one DOWN."
He asked for a cigarette. Some
body with a -diabolical sense OF humor
passed him a thick, oily cigar. Har-
vey lit It up and went on deck. He
began to feel queer, but he had
Dragged Of never being seasick; so now
he went aft to the turtle deck, and
he was still there, wrestling with the
cigar and not caring much what hap
pened, when long gray sea swung
out of the fog and took him overheard
Harvey was next aware Of being
on a pile Of fish with broad-backed
man in blue jersey, who said: you
in dory with me. Manuel my name
Later he was hoisted aboard Of q
schooner and lowered into her heaving
fo'c's'le where men In Oilskins gave
him a hot drink and put him to sleep
in a bunk. When he awOke a boy
whose name was Dan asked him smil-
ingly if he was feeling better. The
schooner was the "We're Here" OF
Gloucester, and the boys father, Disko
Troop, was her skipper.
Harvey went up on deck to see
Disko; and demanded that he be taken
back to New York, where, as he told
Disko condescendingly his father
would pay them very well for their
trouble; he added many other items
to what his father could and would
do. Disko, as it happened, was an
old-fashioned type Of banks fisherman
wise in the ways of fish but knowing
little of the great world. He decided
that this boy with his talk Of his
fathers immense wealth must be
crazy; with an idea Of restoring the
poor boy to sanity he offered him the
berth Of second boy on the "Were
Here" at $1,000 per month.
Harvey had fit Of sullenness, but
his sullenness worried nobody; ne
went to work. The dories were re-
turning to the vessel with their catches
Of fish; so for the first work Of his
life Harvey was set to helping Dan
hoist in the dories, to swabbing the
curry from their insides and then to
nesting them on the deck. BY the
time he had finished doing that and
eating his supper 1t was nighttime, and
Manuel, Penn, Long Jack, Old Salters.
Tom Platt-all hands were standing
by to dress fish.
Manuel and Penn stood deep among
the fish, flourishing sharp knives
"Hil" shouted Manuel, with one fin,
ger under the gill Of cod, the other
in an eye. The blade glimmered, there
was a sound Of tearing, the fish
slit from throat to tail-dropped at
Long Jacks feet. '"Hiv' cried Long
Jack and, with scoop of mittened
hand, dropped the Gods liver into a
basket; another wrench and scoop
sent head and offal flying. The Quilted
fish slid across to Old Salters, who
snorted fiercely, ripped out the back
bone and splashcd the headless, gut
less fish into tub Of water.
Harvey pitched the washed fish
down into the hold, from whence came
tramplings and rumblings as Tom
Plat and Disko moved among the salt
! bins. The rasping sound Of rough salt
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