it would not have been very dangerous for her to run ashore in that
calm water, yet it would not have been pleasant. So they
suppressed their disappointment, and in a few minutes the anchor
was down, and the schooner's progress was stopped.

"Thar's one secret," said the captain, "of navigatin in these here
waters, an that is, to use your anchor. My last anchor I used for
nigh on thirty year, till it got cracked. I mayn't be much on
land, but put me anywhars on old Fundy, an I'm to hum. I know
every current on these here waters, an can foller my nose through
the thickest fog that they ever ground out at old Manan."

"What's that?" asked Bart. "What did you say about grinding out
fog?"

"O, nothin, ony thar's an island down the bay, you know, called
Grand Manan, an seafarin men say that they've got a fog mill down
thar, whar they grind out all the fog for the Bay of Fundy. I
can't say as ever I've seen that thar mill, but I've allus found
the fog so mighty thick down thar that I think thar's a good deal
in the story."

"I suppose we'll lose this tide," said Phil.

"Yes, I'm afeard so," said the captain, looking around over the
water. "This here wind ain't much, any way; you never can reckon
on winds in this bay. I don't care much about them. I'd a most
just as soon go about the bay without sails as with them. What I
brag on is the tides, an a jodgmatical use of the anchor."