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And the doctor-woman would not even have us ask what use she made of them: nor have I since sought to know; 'tis best, I think, forgotten. But my mother got no better. "Skipper David," said the doctor-woman, at last, "I'm wantin' four lump-fish." "Four lump-fish!" my father wondered. "Is you?" "Oh, my!" she answered, tartly. "Is I? Yes, I is. An' I'll thank you t' get un an' ask no questions.
He was overwrought, as I have said, by sorrow, overcome, it may be, by the way this woman had. And soon he had for her four green, prickly-skinned, jelly-like, big-bellied lump-fish, which were not appetizing to look upon, though I've heard tell that starving folk, being driven to it, have eaten them.
Had the lump-fish for dinner; very good, something like turtle. "March 10. Rather seedy from lump-fish." And again: "B called: had a viper for luncheon." He held a theory that from popular ignorance and superstition much wholesome material is wasted which might be made useful not only in satisfying hunger, but in cheapening the prices of the foods which new control the market.
When working in one spot for some time the fishes seem to become used to one, and approach quite closely. Slick-looking pollock, bloated lump-fish, and occasionally a sombre dog-fish rolls by, giving one a start, as the memory of pictures of battles between divers and sharks of tropical waters comes to mind. One's mental impressions made thus are somewhat disconnected.
"'Tis the eyes o' four lump-fish," said my sister. My mother dropped the glass, so that the contents were spilled over the coverlet, and fell back on the pillows, where she lay white and still. "Out with you!" said my sister to the doctor-woman. "I'll have no more o' your cures!" "Oh, my!" shrilled the woman, dropping into her most biting manner. "She won't have no more o' my cures!
I'll get the lump-fish; but 'tis the last cure you'll try. If it fails, back you go t' Wolf Cove." "Oh, my!" said she, taken aback. "Back I goes, does I! An' t' Wolf Cove? Oh, dear!" My father sent word to the masters of the cod-traps, which were then set off the heads, that such sculpin as got in the nets by chance must be saved for him.
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