National Geographic : 1957 Aug
tons of water would slide back over these very flats. Land was soon far behind, and we jogged through a dimension less mirror of shin-deep water. Suddenly Mr. Murphy spotted our goal. "Dulse! "he shouted. "Dulse by the bushel basket!" He pointed to where seaweed tufts, each at tached to a head-size rock, waved gently in the shallow clear water. Mr. Murphy pulled the cart to a halt, and the four of us piled out (page 186). "When it's this color, it's ripe," said Donna, plucking a bunch that was purple brown. Half an hour later the cart was almost full. Back on dry land, Donna separated the fronds and spread them to dry in the sun. By midafternoon the dulse looked more like dried tea than seaweed. 184 Herring Eyes, Lined Row on Row, Stare from Curing Racks The day before this pho tograph was taken, these herring swam in Fundy waters. Now, cleaned and skewered in frames holding 350 fish apiece, they await three months of curing in the smokehouse. Men Tug at Nets, + but Hose and Pump Pull In the Fish Inside a Grand Manan weir, fishermen haul in seines to concentrate the catch. Then a hose like that of a giant vacuum cleaner sucks up both wa ter and herring. Pumping process loosens scales, which are caught on screens aboard the vessel at left.