A great many of the houses here were surrounded by fish-flakes close up
to the sills on all sides, with only a narrow passage two or three feet
wide, to the front door; so that instead of looking out into a flower
or grass plot, you looked on to so many square rods of cod turned wrong
side outwards. These parterres were said to be least like a
flower-garden in a good drying day in mid-summer. There were flakes of
every age and pattern, and some so rusty and overgrown with lichens
that they looked as if they might have served the founders of the
fishery here. Some had broken down under the weight of successive
harvests. The principal employment of the inhabitants at this time
seemed to be to trundle out their fish and spread them in the morning,
and bring them in at night. I saw how many a loafer who chanced to be
out early enough got a job at wheeling out the fish of his neighbor who
was anxious to improve the whole of a fair day. Now, then, I knew where
salt fish were caught. They were everywhere lying on their backs, their
collar-bones standing out like the lapels of a man-o’-war-man’s jacket,
and inviting all things to come and rest in their bosoms; and all
things, with a few exceptions, accepted the invitation. I think, by the
way, that if you should wrap a large salt fish round a small boy, he
would have a coat of such a fashion as I have seen many a one wear to
muster. Salt fish were stacked up on the wharves, looking like corded
wood, maple and yellow birch with the bark left on. I mistook them for
this at first, and such in one sense they were,—fuel to maintain our
vital fires,—an eastern wood which grew on the Grand Banks. Some were
stacked in the form of huge flower-pots, being laid in small circles
with the tails outwards, each circle successively larger than the
preceding until the pile was three or four feet high, when the circles
rapidly diminished, so as to form a conical roof. On the shores of New
Brunswick this is covered with birch-bark, and stones are placed upon
it, and being thus rendered impervious to the rain, it is left to
season before being packed for exportation.
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