Books [Yankee Fisherman]
“Comin', Dora, Comin'. Set there Archy. You be first mate this voyage. Are we all seated? Let's bow our heads.
“May the Lord bless this food and may we be duly
thankful. Bless, O Lord, our brothers on the
deep and bring them to a safe harbor.”
“Now, Archie, here's your chowder. Cakes come next course. Guess that chowder is good an' no mistake. Takes a Rhode Islander to make a real chowder. Those quahaugs were dug this mornin'. Came from that white sand bar yonder, and the meats are as pretty and plump as ever I see. That's what you call flavor, me lad. Ready for the fried quahaug cakes——patties some calls 'em. Yes, sir, for myself I think they beat a fried oyster any day. But they are sure tarnation good. The sweet corn's the beet we've had this summer, and these cukes is fine. Have some of this baked tautaug, son—-put on plenty of this good thick cream and tell me did your butler ever serve you a dish so tasty?
“Come now, don't be bashful. There's plenty o'lobster and more in the pots, so don't go without. What? you can't hold much more? Sure you can! We've only just begun. Leastwise I have. Oh sho ready for pie so soon? Well go ahead eat your pie and I'll keep right on workin' through the whole bill o'fare. “Got to take you to a real Rhode Island Clam Bake soon. The one over at the Old Stone Church will be next week. There's where you eat and no mistake. The bake opens at one o'clock and we eat until four thirty or there abouts. Now that's an occasion.
“Oh! you're all goin' from your house? Wouldn't miss it, yer Ma says. Well, every one in town, and all the state officials 'll be there. That's where little Rhodey goes to town, gathers her own under her wings and do we all enjoy it! Yes, the bake's a great institution.
“Let's sit on the porch for a spell whilst the women folks clear away and maybe someone 'll pass by an tell us a little news. There's Lucy