And so on, the memories pass before me, of a small schooner with stout timbers, of sunrises a thousand miles from the nearest land, of gales and calms, of tempests where a wall of water smashes into you with the force of a run- away train, and when the wave has passed, that greatest of memories: being alive, looking to the heavens beyond the screeching of the wind through the rigging and to say to [...] Such items as the size of rope, the weight of the anchors, the size of chains, the dependability of the sidelights, the wheel and the pumps were inspected; even the galley stove was checked to ensure that minimum safety standards were fol- lowed. [...] It was generally a race against the cod and the other skippers to see who reached the Labrador shoals first; the shorter the trip to the Labrador, the longer they were remembered. [...] Eli Tucker pronged the whole catch from the boat onto the schooner deck and from there into the box on the splitting table: "I used to wish there were two Sundays in the one week! You were drove that hard!" In the earlier years the Tuckers fished the Batteau area. [...] Until the weather was right, the fish was kept in the hold, and the schooner deck was either covered with boughs to absorb the direct heat of the sun or it was watered down to keep the cargo as cool as possible.