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CRAB FISHING
23
Really it was a delightful old wharf. Near
the shore it was built on rocks and stones, but
farther out there were thick piles on which the
great heavy boards were laid. There was no
railing, and at the extreme end a single board
to which boats could be fastened projected far
out over the water. The boards shone white
and hot in the sun. The piles down in the
water were covered with tiny shells, seaweed,
and greenish slime.
What a clear light green the water was under
the wharf! You could see every single snail
shell, every starfish, and every tiniest stone on the
smooth, light-colored bottom. Whole schools of
small fish darted, quick as lightning, between
the slimy old piles. Once in a while a lazy eel
glided under the wharf, wound slowly in and
out, lay still a moment as if to sun itself, then
slowly, curve after curve, took itself out again.
The path leading down from the woods was so
rough and steep that people never liked to walk
on it; and no boats were kept at this wharf
except the sail-boat belonging toa merchant from
the city. The merchant’s boat was an unusually
beautiful one. It was painted a dazzling white
and had "Sea Mew" in golden letters on one
side of it.
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