A Paumanok PictureTwo boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers—they drop the join’d seine-ends in the water,The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to thebeach, enclosing the mossbonkers,The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others standankle-deep in the water, pois’d on strong legs,The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,Strew’d on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water,the green-back’d spotted mossbonkers.
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers—they drop the join’d seine-ends in the water,The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to thebeach, enclosing the mossbonkers,The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others standankle-deep in the water, pois’d on strong legs,The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,Strew’d on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water,the green-back’d spotted mossbonkers.