After getting, as it were, the two ends of the net to the shore, they
drew on the lower rope, bringing it in, and in, over the sand, till the
bow it made was less bent. Then they served the upper rope the same.
Then they drew both together, with the result that at last the
tremendously extensive net was folded longwise right over upon itself,
the top-line was drawn right down upon the foot-line, and at last the
fish left in the net were completely shut in what seemed like an
enormous old-fashioned purse.
This done, the ends were taken by plenty of willing hands right into
shallow water, and as the men hauled, the great purse came closer and
closer, and every now and then there was a tremendous agitation towards
the middle.
"Let's go ashore, now," said Arthur, as Josh urged the boat on, and the
water swirled up tremendously not four yards away.
"Is there any danger--any risk?" said Mr Temple quietly to Josh.
"A mussy me! no, sir; not a bit!" said Josh; and then laughing, he
added, "only for shark, sir, of having his liver boiled down for oil."
"Oh! don't I wish I had a spear, or a harpoon!" cried Dick excitedly, as
once more the water was churned up and the net came to the surface.
"We'll get her without any o' that tackle, Master Dick, sir," cried
Josh, keeping steadily advancing after the cork-line, but not so quickly
as to go over the net.
"Are they going to draw the net right ashore, Will?" said Dick.
"Right ashore, Master Dick, on to the sands, and it won't be long now."
"Take care, Dick, or you'll be overboard!" said Mr Temple.
"I should like to be, father; it isn't deep here?"
"Fathom!" said Josh shortly; "soon be half."
There was a regular sing-song kept up by the men who were hauling, and
the sands presented quite an exciting scene, for some sixty or seventy
of the men who had finished their task, with others who were ashore and
not busy, had collected to see the big fish taken in the seine.
"Why, there must be lots of fish in it yet," said Dick.
"Yes; plenty of mackerel left, and a many fish perhaps such as you never
saw before."
"Is she heavy, lads?" shouted the captain of the seine-boat.
"Ay, there be a sag o' fish in her yet aside the great un," was shouted
back.
"Steady, then! steady! and don't break the seine. Take your time!"
"Hadn't we better get ashore?" cried Dick; "we shall see better."
"No!" said Mr Temple; "I think our friend Josh is right. We are out of
the way of the men here and dry. Look, boys, look! there is something
big in the net indeed!"
For as he was speaking there was a tremendous commotion, the water was
splashed up, and for a moment it seemed as if whatever caused the
disturbance had escaped.
But it was not so, though the limits of its prison were growing narrower
minute by minute as the ends of the net were gathered on to the sand,
and laid at the water's edge like a great soft ridge of brown sea-weed.
The curve of the net was now reduced to fifty feet, and soon it was not
above forty; and at this stage of the proceedings what with the weight
being collected in such narrow limits, and the water being so shallow,
the captain became doubtful of its bearing so tremendous a strain as
would be caused by its being hauled bodily ashore, so about twenty men
waded in behind the great bag that it formed, and at the word of command
as two parties hauled at either end they stooped down, and gathering up
a fair quantity of the tightened net in their hands, they too helped,
and the thirty or forty feet of shallow water was soon covered, the
seine being dragged so that the lead or bottom-line was drawn right on
to dry land, and the cork-line raised so that there was a fence of net
some three feet above the top of the water, and in the long shallow
pool, whose bottom was net, there were the fish by the thousand, rushing
to and fro, leaping over each other, and showing flashes of silver,
gold, blue, and green, in the bright sun as it shone on the animated
scene.
"Bring up some more pads!" cried the captain of the seine; "here be five
or six hundred more mackerel. Hand me that boat-hook, my lad, and stand
aside. Keep off the net there, you boys!"
Dick realised now the advantage of his position as Josh thrust the boat
right up to the net, and he could look down at the crowded fish, some of
which began to turn up fast now, killed by the pressure, and the sandy
thickness of the water.
But the sight of sights was a long bluish-grey fish that kept slowly
forcing itself here and there amongst the silvery crowd, keeping its
head well beneath the water, and now and then showing a long, thin,
unequally-lobed tail.
"Shark she be, sure enough," said Josh.
"Ay, shark!" said the captain, advancing, boat-hook in hand; "time her
mischief was stopped."
"Do they do mischief?" whispered Dick to Will. "No; never mind now; I
can't listen to you!"
The scene was too full of interest, for it was evident that the captain
meant to hook hold of the shark, and draw it on to the sands before
anything else was done.
But this did not prove a very easy task, for the great fish kept diving
under the companions of its adversity, and keeping its head boring down
towards the bottom.
If it had been a question of catching it by the tail there would have
been no difficulty in getting a chance. In fact, several times over a
thin line with a noose might have been thrown over the lobes and the
fish drawn out; but the captain had made up his mind to get the
boat-hook well in the creature's jaws or gills and drag it ashore that
fashion, while, when at last he did get a chance he missed, the hook
gliding over the shining skin without taking hold.
Twice he missed like this, and it took some time before he could get
another chance; but at last it came, and as, full of excitement, the
occupants of the boat bent over the side, there was a quick lunge, and a
tremendous splashing as the captain ran nimbly up the sands, dragging
after him the long bluish fish, which was immediately attacked as it lay
on the sands lashing about with its tail, and throwing its head from
side to side till the knife-thrusts it received, and the violent blows
across the back of the head, disabled it, and its course was at an end.
"I only wonder, sir, as she didn't bite her way out of the net," said
the captain of the seine, as Mr Temple and his sons landed to have a
look at the take:
"It is a shark, then?" said Mr Temple.
"Ay, sir, she be a blue shark, sure enough. Look at her teeth!
Mischievous brutes; they follow the drift-nets, and bite the herring and
pilchard out of 'em. I've known 'em swallow a conger when it's been
hooked, and I've seen small ones caught that way, but they generally
bite through the line and go off. Look, sir, there's teeth--sharp as
lancets."
As he spoke he thrust the end of the boat-hook between the shark's jaws,
and wrenched them open for the party to see.
"I say, though, Mr Pollard," said Dick.
"Cap'n Pollard, if you wouldn't mind, young gentleman," said the great
bluff Cornishman, smiling at Dick.
"Captain Pollard," said Dick, "do these sharks ever attack a man or a
boy when bathing?"
"Never heerd o' such a thing," said the captain; "but the mischief they
do to a fisherman's craft, sir, is something terrible--lines, nets,
fish--they destroy everything. Like to take the shark home with you,
sir?"
"No, thank you!" cried Mr Temple, shaking his head; "no sharks, thank
you!"
"You're welcome, if you like, sir," said the captain; "but if you don't
care for her, I'll send her to London to my salesman, and he'll show her
as a cur'osity."
"Eight feet long exactly," said Mr Temple, who had been measuring it.
"Be she, though?" said the captain, "well, it be eight foot o' mischief
well put out of the way, and that's a good day's work."
They stopped looking at the long thin shark for some minutes, Dick
thinking that it was not so very much unlike a dog-fish after all, and
then they turned back to the net, which was being rapidly emptied, the
mackerel that were left being quickly counted out into baskets and tied
down, those obtained now forming what Dick would have considered quite a
good take.
But there were plenty of other fish, though none were very small, the
size of the meshes being sufficiently large to allow of their escape.
There was one more large hake, and quite a little shoal of red bream,
_chad_, as Will called them. Several dog-fish were there too, and some
more squid. The fish, however, that most took the attention of the boys
now were about a score of red mullet, and half as many more of the grey,
very different fish, though, the one being as gorgeous in its scarlet
tints as the other was plain, silvery, and grey.
At last, after a most interesting examination of the different captures,
the net was declared and proved to be empty, the damaged fish it
contained being thrown out upon the sands, where the waves of the
flowing tide kept curling over them, and sweeping the refuse away, to be
snapped up by the shoals of hungry fish that came up the bay, the
thousands that had been captured that morning being as nothing in the
immensity of the ocean population.
"Home?" said Dick suddenly, as Mr Temple said something about going.
"Of course. Why, we haven't had our dinner!"
"What is for dinner, I wonder?" said Arthur.
"For one thing, fish," said Mr Temple, "for your friend Will went to
the inn an hour ago with a basket of the best; so let's go and see if
they are done."