"Violet Vance," went on Clancy, and took another bite of his sandwich. "Violet Vance and Wilful Winnie and a whole holdful of airy creatures couldn't help a fisherman when there's anything stirring. I waded through a whole bunch of 'em once,"--he reached over and took a wedge of pie from the grub-locker. "Yes, I went through a whole bunch of 'em once--pretty good pie this, cook, though gen'rally those artificial apples that swings on strings ain't in it with the natural tree apples for pie--once when we were laying somewhere to the east'ard of Sable Island, in a blow and a thick fog--fresh halibuting--and right in the way of the liners. And I expect I was going around like a man asleep, because the skipper comes up and begins to talk to me. It was my first trip with him and I was a young l
