Those who get over the first year look healthy enough; but they have strangely red cheeks, almost as though they had an eruption.

Whether this appearance is to be ascribed to the sharp air, to which the delicate skin is not yet accustomed, or to the food, I know not.
In some places on the coast, when the violent storms prevent the poor fishermen for whole weeks from launching their boats, they live almost entirely on dried fishes' heads.

{30} The fishes themselves have been salted down and sold, partly to pay the fishermen's taxes, and partly to liquidate debts for the necessaries of the past season, among which brandy and snuff unfortunately play far too prominent a part.
Another reason why the population does not increase is to be found in the numerous catastrophes attending the fisheries during the stormy season of the year.

The fishermen leave the shore with songs and mirth, for a bright sky and a calm sea promise them good fortune.

But, alas, tempests and snow-storms too often overtake the unfortunate boatmen! The sea is lashed into foam, and mighty waves overwhelm boats and fishermen together, and they perish inevitably.