[Illustration] THE fishing village of Newlyn, which stretches about a mile along the west shore of Mount's Bay, in Cornwall, presented a busy scene one morning in April of the year 1862. The mackerel season had just begun, and some of the boats came in heavily laden. "A thousand downwards," was the reply, which meant that the number of mackerel in each boat varied from that number to one hundred, fifty, twenty, ten, five or not one.…
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