"I suppose the fishermen like to pick out the best places," said Harry. "Yes--there's a mad race on the day the season opens. You've got to get your cod-trap anchored in four days, with the net that leads from the shore put in place: and it's a big job to do it in that time. "Then there's what they call the cod-seine. That's worked by seven men. The seine-master, fish-glass in hand, stands in the bow: and the minute he sights the school of fish he gives orders for the nets to be dropped. "The men row in a circle and return to a buoy, paying out the net as they go. "The bottom rope is weighted, and they gather it round a central anchor into a bag as they row. It's not so easy as it sounds, but 'practice makes perfect.' When they've got the fish bagged in this way they may scoop them up whenever they like. "Other kinds of nets, as well as lines, are used. "While those who use the lines generally take great pains to put on them the bait they think Mr. and Mrs. Cod will like, some fishermen make the others very angry by 'jigging' with unbaited hooks. "This means that two hooks, joined back to back with a bit of lead that sinks them, are dropped where the fish are most thickly crowded. "Then the line is jerked up and down. Half a dozen fish may be hurt for one that is hooked." "What becomes of the one that gets hurt?" asked Harry. "Oh, the rest of the cod rush at the poor fellow and eat him up!" "They're not good sports!" was the boy's comment. "Neither are the fishermen that hurt the fish without catching them. That's like hunters that shoot more animals than they can use for food. But I suppose fishing just for fun is a very different thing from fishing to make a living." Dr. Grenfell's blue eyes were very serious. "It is," he said. "You have to go out with the fishermen to understand the difference." XIII BIRDS OF MANY A FEATHER Harry had seen and heard many kinds of birds alongshore, of all sizes and colors, some flying in curious ways and some making very queer sounds, so he asked the Doctor to tell him about them. "The Labrador coast is one of the finest bird-nurseries anywhere," said the Doctor. "You can find about two hundred different kinds--if your eyes are sharp enough and your patience--and your shoes--hold out! "Of course they don't all live there the year round. Some of them are just summer boarders. "Maybe in a very lonely spot you'll hear a bird all by himself, with a very sweet song--the hermit thrush. "Perhaps there will be a chorus of pipits, fox and white-throated sparrows, robins, warblers and buntings. "You might even come upon a Nashville warbler or a Maryland yellow-throat! "If eggs are collected in Labrador, the contents aren't wasted.