The Archive · 1925

Samuel Pepys Tells a Fish Story

Dee. 11, 1662,—At the Coffee-house I went and sat by Mr. Harrington, and some Bait country merchants, and talking of the country above Quinsborough,* and thereabouts, he told us himself that as for fish, none there, the poorest body, will buy a dead fish, but must be alive, unless it be in the winter: and then they' told us the manner of putting their nets into the water. Through holes made in the thick ice, they will spread a net of half a mile long; and he hath known a hundred and thirty anda hundred and seventy barrels of fish taken at tone draught, And then the people come with sledges upon the ice, with snow at the bottom, and lay the fish in and cover them with snow, and so carry them to market, And he hath seen when the said fish have been frozen in the sledge; so he hath: taken fa fish and broke a-picces, so hard it hath been; and yet the same fishes taken the snow, and brought into a hot room, be alive and leap up and down. Swallows often brought up in their nets out of the mudd from under water, hanging together to some twice or other, dead in ropes, and brought to the fire will come to life: Fowl Killed in December, Alderman Barker said, he did buy, and putting into the box under is sledge, did forget to take them out to cate till April next, and they then were found there, and were through the frost as sweet and fresh, and eat as well as at first killed. Young beares appear there; their flesh sold in market, as ordinarily as beet here, and is excellent sweet meat. They tell us that beares there do never hurt anybody, but fly away from you, unless you pursue and set upon them} but wolves do much mischief. The great entertainment and sport of the Duke of Corland, and the princes thereabouts, is hunting; which is not with dogs as we, but he appoints such day, and summonses all the countrypeople'as to a campagnia; and by several Companies gives every one their circuit, ands they agree upon a place where the toyle'ab to be set; anil so making fires every coft. pany as they go, they drive all the Deabts, witcher bears, wolves, foxes, a and stags, and roes, into the doyle; and the great men have their stands in such Such places, and shoot at what they

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