
The places appears to be prosperous, though men grumble: on the Staithe the fisher-folk stand about all day long, hands in pocket, pipe in mouth. No Neapolitan could seem lazier, but they are not lazy: they are resting. An hour after midnight they will be on board their craft outward bound for the German Ocean, in all weathers short of a gale, and in all seasons, even when the north-east wind benumbs them with its icy breath.
Besant/Cook, 1914
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