Linnell glanced aside, and saw that the swarthy fisherman who had been shrimping was not a couple of yards behind him.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn
But Fisherman Dick did his work with a shrimping-net, and one day he took home the little carriage-clock and showed it to his wife.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn
That was all that was missing; but every day for a week, during the times that the tide was low, Fisherman Dick was busy, pushing his shrimping-net before him, and stopping every now and then to raise it, throw out the rubbish, and transfer the few shrimps he caught to his creel.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn