The big deep-sea line they were forbidden to touch-that was so-but the lofoten fishery was at its height, and none of the men would be back till it was over.
"The Great Hunger"
Johan Bojer
And next, with his little wooden chest on his shoulder, he was finding his way up through the streets by the quay to a lodging-house for country folk, which he knew from former visits, when he had come to the town with the lofoten boats.
"The Great Hunger"
Johan Bojer
And when the winter came he would have to do as the others did-hire himself out, young and small as he was, for the lofoten fishing.
"The Great Hunger"
Johan Bojer