“The fishermen began to mingle with the crowd about the town-hall doors— blue-jowled Portuguese, clear-eyed Nova Scotians and men of the Maritime Provinces; French, Italians, Swedes, and Danes, with outside crews of coasting schooners. ‘We lose one hundred a year from Gloucester only, Mr. Cheyne,’ she said— ‘one hundred boys an’ men; and I’ve come so’s to hate the sea as if ’twuz alive an’ listenin’. God never made it fer humans to anchor on’.”
Rudyard Kipling Captains Courageous
