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15   O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks      or along the coast!
O to continue and be employ'd there all my life!
O the briny and damp smell — the shore — the salt      weeds exposed at low water,
The work of fishermen — the work of the eel-fisher      and clam-fisher.
16  O it is I!
I come with my clam-rake and spade! I come with      my eel-spear;
Is the tide out? I join the group of clam-diggers on      the flats,
I laugh and work with them — I joke at my work, like      a mettlesome young man.
17  In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and      travel out on foot on the ice — I have a small      axe to cut holes in the ice;
Behold me, well-clothed, going gaily, or returning in      the afternoon — my brood of tough boys accom-     panying me,
My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love      to be with no one else so well as they love to      be with me,
By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with      me.
18  Or, another time, in warm weather, out in a boat,      to lift the lobster-pots, where they are sunk      with heavy stones, (I know the buoys;)
O the sweetness of the Fifth-month morning upon      the water, as I row, just before sunrise, toward      the buoys;
I pull the wicker pots up slantingly — the dark green      lobsters are desperate with their claws, as I      take them out — I insert wooden pegs in the      joints of their pincers,
I go to all the places, one after another, and then row      back to the shore,
There, in a huge kettle of boiling water, the lobsters      shall be boil'd till their color becomes scarlet.
19  Or, another time, mackerel-taking,
Voracious, mad for the hook, near the surface, they      seem to fill the water for miles;
Or, another time, fishing for rock-fish in Chesapeake      Bay — I one of the brown-faced crew;
Or, another time, trailing for blue-fish off Paumanok,      I stand with braced body,
My left foot is on the gunwale — my right arm throws      the coils of slender rope,
In sight around me the quick veering and darting of      fifty skiffs, my companions.