Through a pea-soup fog the fishing schooner Isabelle Parker, out of Boston, footed it north one night last week toward Brown's Bank, off the Nova Scotia coast. To Seaman Fred Bourque, on the bow watch, the fog seemed to thicken as dawn came. Suddenly, 20 feet dead ahead, a great silhouette showed. Fred Bourque shouted a warning to Billy Oilman at the wheel, ran aft. In less time than it takes to gut a cod the Isabelle Parker had piled halfway through the Gloucesterman Edith C. Rose, southbound with her hold stuffed with catch from Brown's Bank. The watch below...
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