National Geographic : 1955 Oct
somber hues of violet and slate blue. Some had been broken and carved into harp and calla lily shapes by the sea.* There were sea urchins delicate as snowflakes and a variety of white, stumpy coral. We came back to breakfast laden with twisted driftwood, rivulets of sand running from our overloaded pockets. We had found a tiny starfish, which we put in a blue glass jar filled with sea water and shells. Its antics would have been the basis of a delightful slow motion ballet. Tramping in the cool morning air had put the finest of edges on our hunger. So it was with tremendous satisfaction that we sat down at the table and watched Rubell bring in hot cakes with honey and blackstrap molasses, umber-colored Carolina bacon, scrambled eggs -and fish. We were to discover that fish 511 appeared at every meal as automatically as water glasses or salt and pepper. After breakfast we found out why. At Oregon Inlet, where the Cap'n steered us, we saw men bringing in 40- and 50-pound red drum, or channel bass. He shrugged at our surprise (pages 528 and 529). "Seen 'em run up to 70 pounds. But I don't like 'em-they're too big for one and not enough for two." He wasn't entirely joking, either. Bankers would be flabbergasted at the modest portions served by inland restaurants. Any Banker woman fries as many pan fish for each person as an Iowa farm woman boils ears of corn at least four or five. * See "Shells Take You Over World Horizons," by Rutherford Platt, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE, July, 1949.