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Updated: October 29, 2026
The Cape-Cod boy could dance the true fisherman's jig, barefooted, knocking with his heels, and slapping the decks with his bare feet, in time with the music. This was a favorite amusement of the mate's, who always stood at the steerage door, looking on, and if the boys would not dance, he hazed them round with a rope's end, much to the amusement of the men.
"What do you think?" asked Captain Eastwick, interrupting my rapt contemplation. "I never in my life saw so fine a seaview. Whose can it be?" "A Cape-Cod fisherman's." "But he is a genius!" cried I, enthusiastically. "A great, a splendid genius!" said my friend, quietly. "And a fisherman?" "Yes, and shoemaker." "What a magnificent career he might make! Why don't you help him?
He brought all his Cape-Cod acuteness of observation to bear on his profession; lived closely, as well he might; studied attentively and intelligently; lost no hints, no precious morsels dropping from the master's board; improved slowly, but surely.
The third mate, a sailmaker, and the larboard watch went upon the fore topsail yard; the second mate, carpenter, and the starboard watch upon the main; and myself and the English lad, and the two Boston boys, and the young Cape-Cod man, furled the mizen topsail. This sail belonged to us altogether, to reef and to furl, and not a man was allowed to come upon our yard.
Elkanah Brewster was a Cape-Cod boy, with a pedigree, if he had ever thought of it, as long as any on the Cape, and they are the longest in the land. His forefathers had caught fish to the remotest generation known.