nted the shore where old Billy and his mates were spreading their nets and barking them in preparation for the herring season that was soon to begin. There it was, while stretched on the

of course, it would be vastly profitable. Everything looked plain and straight and simple, and though old Billy more than half shook his gray head at the project, and let fall by several inches his tawny face, and took his pipe out of his

ce and pictured the vast scheme of profit without loss, the Bishop turned his grave eyes slowly upon him, and then Dan's own eyes suddenly fell, and the big world began to shrivel up to the pitiful dimensions of an orange with the juice squeezed out of it. But the end of it all was th

d where boats were built or sold! At length a boat was bought on the chocks at Port le Mary, a thirty-ton boat of l

been admiral of the Peeltown fleet of herring boats, with five pounds a year for his post of honor. In Dan's boat he was to have four nets by his own right, and one for his nephew, Davy Fa

the herring season was hard upon them. But he found time to run up to the new Ballamona to tell Mona that she was to christen his new boat, for

to go out for the night's fishing in Dan's new boat, and to beg that his young wife, who was just then in delicate health, might be invited to spend the night of his absence with Mona at the new Ballamona. The Deemster complied with a grim face; Ewan's young wife went acro

be high water at six o'clock. When the Deemster's company reached Peeltown, the sun was still high over Contrary Head, and the fishing b

which had a simple, vacant look that came of a lagging lower lip. Men on every boat in the harbor were washing the decks, or bailing out the dingey, or laying down the nets below. The harbor-master was on the quay, shouting to this boat to pull up or to that one to lie back. And down on the broad sands of the shore were men, women, and children in many hundreds, sitting and lying and lounging about a

their boats toward the beach. Some of the neighboring clergy had come down to Peeltown, and the little Deemster sat in his coach, thrown open, blinking in the sun under his shaggy gray eyebrows. But some one was still looked for, and expectation was plainly evident in every face until a cheer came over the tops of the houses from the market-place. Then

t lying dry on the sand, the Bishop alighted. In two minutes more every fisherman in the harbor had left his

him, on their knees on the sand, were the tawny-faced, weather-beaten fishermen in their sea-boots and guernseys, bareheaded, and fumbling their soft caps in their hands. There, on the outside, sto

empest while He slept, and His disciples awoke Him, and He arose and rebuked the waves; and then that other story of how the disciples toiled all night and took nothing, but let down their nets again at Christ's word, and there came a great multitude of fishes,

om away beyond the headland, and the wild jabbering cries of a flight of sea-gulls disporting on a rock

r lusty voices took up the strain; the crowd behind, and the clergy on their horses, joined it; and from the Deemster's coach two women's voices took it up, and higher, higher,

verge, and the tide was near the flood, when the service on

ar," he shouted to Davy Fayle; and Davy stood on the quay with the duty of clearing the r

nd when the company had gathered about, and all was made ready, he shouted to old Billy to throw him the bottle that lay tied

ng to her with an awkward sort of consciousness, looking askance at his big brown hands when they came in contact

r?" said Mona, with the b

h a shamefaced look and o

said she,

you like,

aid Mona, and with that the b

r good-by, and Dan, in a fumbling way, was, for the first time in his li

pes from the blocks, the admiral's boat cleared away from the quay, and the admiral's flag was shot up to

his black coat; Ewan waving his handkerchief, and Dan his cap; old Billy was at the tiller, Crennel, the cook, had his hea

sailed away under the g