So they came rolling in by the end of the jetty until they could make one last tack of it. Like tumbling dolphins they were--seiners all, with a single boat towing astern and a single dory, or sometimes two dories, lashed in the waist, all gear stowed away, under four lower sails mostly--jumbo, jib, fore and main, though now and then was one with a mainsail in stops and a trysail laced to the gaff, and all laying down to it until their rails were washing under and the sea hissed over the bows.
Anybody would have to admire them as they came scooting past. When they thought they were close enough to the Breakwater--and some went pretty close--up or down would go the wheel, according to which end of the jetty they came in by, around they would go, and across the flats and down on the fleet t
