counted as one of the elect.  He then begins to think of marriage, and his long Sunday evening journeys become frequent.  He must marry a fisher-girl; for if he chooses a hind’s daughter he is as badly off as a one-armed man.  The work done by the fisher-women needs long and special training:  the baiting of lines is a delicate and subtle operation, while the business of seeking bait is one which no country-woman ever learns properly.  Moreover, a country girl who has been used to wearing long dresses and shoes can never take kindly to bare feet and brief petticoats:  the cold and exposure are too much for her.  A fisherman who marries a girl from inland is considered to have wrecked his chances in life, and the gossips bewail his fate.  He is shut off from social intercourse; for his wife, even though she may have lived within two miles of the sea, cannot meet the clannish fishers on equal terms.  If, however, the fisherman marries according to natural law, he and his wife begin their partnership without any of the frivolities of wedding trips and such like.  The girl settles down quickly; and in a week she is baiting lines in the stone-floored kitchen, or tramping inland with her great fish basket slung round her forehead.  She bows her strong figure under her burden, and the great pad which prevents the rope from cutting her brow looks like a strange head-dress.  Her husband is too secretive to exhibit any pride, but he is satisfied with his helpmate.

The fisherman has no amusements.  In the afternoons, when his sleep is over, he walks up and down in the Row and gazes around; but he rarely laughs, and few things interest him unless he is religious.  Fishermen seldom gossip like rustics.  Sometimes they have a queer dry humour which comes out in short phrases, but they never carry on sustained conversation.  The faculty of expression is granted them in very sparing degree.  The fisherman’s courage is perfect, yet he cannot speak of his own actions.  He will do the most brave things in a stolid, unconscious way; but he could not frame a hundred consecutive words to tell anyone what he had done.  He never shows any emotion excepting when under the influence of religious excitement.  The melancholy of the sea seems to have entered his nature, and his chief efforts aim at self-restraint.  When the little Methodist chapel resounds with the noise of appreciative groanings and sighing, it is very rarely that anything like gesticulation or vivid facial change is seen.  Deep-chested men utter sonorous ejaculations and the women sigh, but there is no shuffling of feet and no movement.  As a class, the fishers have grown to be more religious than almost any other body of men, and they like powerful excitement; but they are always severely decorous.  In his behaviour toward his social superiors the fisherman is rugged—­perhaps morbidly rugged—­but his brusque familiarity is not offensive.  To touch his cap would be impossible to him, but his direct salute is neither self-assertive