Michael Penguyne; Or, Fisher Life on the Cornish Coast
                        
                     
                                                         
                
                    Michael Penguyne; Or, Fisher Life on the Cornish Coast
                                            
                            By William Henry Giles Kingston
                            
                                30 Apr, 2020                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        As the sun rose over the Lizard, the southernmost point of old England, his rays fell on the tanned sails of a fleet of boats bounding lightly across the heaving waves before a fresh westerly breeze. The distant shore, presenting a line of tall cliff
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                                                As the sun rose over the Lizard, the southernmost point of old England, his rays fell on the tanned sails of a fleet of boats bounding lightly across the heaving waves before a fresh westerly breeze. The distant shore, presenting a line of tall cliffs, towards which the boats were steering, still lay in the deepest shade.
Each boat was laden with a large heap of nets and several baskets filled with brightly-shining fish.
In the stern of one, tiller in hand, sat a strongly-built man, whose deeply-furrowed countenance and grizzled hair showed that he had been for many a year a toiler on the ocean. By his side was a boy of about twelve years of age, dressed in flushing coat and sou’wester, busily employed with a marline-spike, in splicing an eye to a rope’s-end. Less