There's little funny feelings runs down my
arms and legs."
"All right! You'll soon be better. Did you work all through the gale?"
"We was about for two nights and a day, sir, and every one of us with
the ulcers right up the arms. It was warm business, I can tell you, sir.
My ulcers are all going away now, with this warm cabin, but they were
throbbing all night before. When I come down such a crack I was makin' a
run for the taickle, for fear we might let the gear drop, and I saw a
flash in my eyes, and nothing more till I was aboard here."
"You were trawling when that breeze started?"
"Yes. We mustn't mind weather when the market's to be considered. Tell
me now, sir--you've got time, haven't you, sir? Talkin' of the market,
and I've been nearly dead, and not out o' the muck yet--does the people
know what us chaps gets for fish?"
"They never think. The fish comes, and the milk comes, and they pay the
fishmonger's bill and the milkman's, and they think one's the same as
the other, my man."
"Eh! I was thinkin' about a gentleman as came from this Mission vessel
aboard of us. He saw our twelve o'clock haul, and he says, 'Bad breeze
last night, my man. Did you work through it?' Well, there was nothing
much of a wind--just enough to make us reef her; so I answers, and he
says, 'I suppose this is your night's work. Now, what is your share?' So
I said my share would likely be tenpence. Well, he gives a reg'lar
screech; and then I reckoned up the price of all the lot as well as I
could guess, and he screeched again.
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