It continued foggy all night, but looked _thinner_ by nine next morning.

The captain brought up an armful of out-riggers (a short spar three or four feet long to set in the side-rail, with a small pulley-block in the upper end to run a line through.) "Now, boys," said he, setting the out-riggers, "we will try the cod .-- Palmleaf! Palmleaf! Here, you sunburnt son! A big chunk of pork!" "They won't bite it," said old Trull.
"I've sometimes caught 'em with it," replied the captain.

"It's pork or nothing.

We've no clams nor manhaden (a small fish of the shad family) to lure them." The stout cod-hooks, with their strong linen lines, were reeved through the blocks, baited, and let down into the green water.

For some time we fished in silence.