s hides, 2,000 bags
salt; La Guayra, 6 cs. fish sounds; Belize, 9 bbls. sponges; Rotterdam,
7 pkgs. seaweed, 9,000 kegs herrings; Barcelona, 235 cs. sardines;
Bocas Del Toro, 5 cs. turtle shells; Genoa, 3 boxes corals; Tampico, 2
pkgs. sponges; Halifax, 1 cs. seal skins, 35 bbls. cod liver oil, 215
cs. lobsters, 490 bbls. codfish; Akureyri, 4,150 bbls. salted
herrings," and much more. Beautiful tables of "exports from New York".
"To Australia" (cleared Sep. 1); "to Argentina;"--Haiti, Jamaica,
Guatemala, Scotland, Salvador, Santo Domingo, England, and to places
many more. And many other gorgeous tables, too, "Fishing vessels at
New York," for one, listing the "trips" brought into this port by the
_Stranger_, the _Sarah O'Neal_, the _Nourmahal_, a farrago of charming
sounds, and a valuable tale of facts.

As make-up man, of course, so to "dress" the paper that the "markets,"
Oporto, Trinidad, Porto Rico, Demerara, Havana, would be together; that
"Nova Scotia Notes"--"Weather conditions for curing have been more
favourable since October set in"--would follow "Halifax Fish
Market"--"Last week's arrivals were: Oct. 13, schr. _Hattie Loring_,
960 quintals," etc.--that "Pacific Coast Notes"--"The tug _Tatoosh_
will perform the service for the Seattle salmon packers of towing a
vessel from Seattle to this port via the Panama Canal"--would follow
"Canned Salmon"; that shellfish matter would be in one place; reports
of saltfish where such should be; that the weekly tale of the canned
fish trade politically embraced the canned fish advertising; and so on
and so on.

Finest of all, as reporter, to go where the fish reporter goes. There
the sight-seeing cars never find their way; the hurried commuter has
not his path, nor knows of these things at all; and there that racy
character who, voicing a multitude, declares that he would rather be a
lamp post on Broadway than Mayor of St. Louis, goes not for to see. Up
lower Greenwich Street the fish reporter goes, along an eerie, dark,
and narrow way, beneath a strange, thundering roof, the "L" overhead.
He threads his way amid seemingly chaotic, architectural piles of
boxes, of barrels, crates, casks, kegs, and bulging bags; roundabout
many great fetlocked draught horses, frequently standing or plunging
upon the sidewalk, and attached to many huge trucks and wagons; and
much of the time in the street he is compelled to go, finding the side
walks too congested with the traffic of co