Young Trawler e-bog

(Excerpt): "e;On a certain breezy morning in October-not many years ago-a wilderness of foam rioted wildly over those dangerous sands which lie off the port of Yarmouth, where the Evening Star, fishing-smack, was getting ready for sea. In one of the narrow lanes or "e;Rows"e; peculiar to that town, the skipper of the smack stood at his own door, grumbling. He was a broad burly man, a little past the prime of life, but prematurely aged by hard work and hard living. "e;He's always out o' the way when he's wanted, an' always in the way when he's not wanted,"e; said the skipper angrily to his wife, of whom he was at the moment taking, as one of his mates remarked, a tender farewell. "e;Don't be hard on him, David,"e; pleaded the wife, tearfully, as she looked up in her husband's face."e;"e;