National Geographic : 1954 Nov
The warm sun quickly dries loose clothing wetted in the surf. Rich country wines wash down good meals of fish and the produce of their well-tilled fields. What more has life to offer, I pondered as I sped away to see the high-prowed Phoenician craft, the original landing ships of amphibious warfare, ply through the pounding surf from the beaches of Mira and Costa Nova and Vieira de Leiria. I spent several days along these beaches and at a place called Leirosa. I was lucky, for the fishing was going well and men were launching the boats three and four times a day. Gales Keep Boats Ashore Sometimes the Atlantic, whipped up by a sudden gale, hurls in such surf that the big boats cannot fight against it, and there is no fishing then. Sometimes for days they can not go out while the ocean rages. No matter. The true fisherman is a philosopher. The fish, he reasons, must have some time off, too. Fascinated, I watched this ancient fishing. The method is always the same, though from beach to beach the boats may vary slightly. They all have towering upswept prows carried to a high point from which, usually, hang gar lands of flowers. They have big, fat hulls, deep to carry nets and all the necessary line, beamy to have a good grip of the sea and not capsize easily. The boats have well-rounded, comfortable sterns to give them a good displacement in the 4 Stocking Cap Marks a Fisherman and Also Serves as a Pocket Furrowed face and battered coat bespeak the rugged, ofttimes dangerous, life of sea and sands.