"That's where the fish goes." "Alive ?" said Harvey.
"Well, no.

They're so's to be ruther dead--an' flat--an' salt.

There's a hundred hogshead o' salt in the bins, an' we hain't more'n covered our dunnage to now." "Where are the fish, though ?" "'In the sea they say, in the boats we pray,'" said Dan, quoting a fisherman's proverb.

"You come in last night with 'baout forty of 'em." He pointed to a sort of wooden pen just in front of the quarter-deck.
"You an' me we'll sluice that out when they're through.

'Send we'll hev full pens to-night! I've seen her down ha'af a foot with fish waitin' to clean, an' we stood to the tables till we was splittin' ourselves instid o' them, we was so sleepy.