gh Arlington and Cambridge, or via Malden bridge, to reach Boston.
It was a pretty sight to see a large vessel on the way down the river, depending on the tide, and men with tow lines (no steam tugs in those days), and with Capt. John P. Clisby, the pilot, standing in the bow giving his orders.
He was a large man, with a florid complexion, and looked every inch the sea captain.
The river pilots, beside Capt. Clisby, that the writer can remember, were Benjamin and Reuben Williamson, William Snowdon, and James Porter.
The town sold fishing privileges, and Seth, John, and Oliver Tufts, Thomas Huffmaster, and others, were in the business.
An observer on the bridge could see flounders and sculpins in the clear water at low tide.
Seals were sometimes captured, and bass were often caught with hook and line.
At the parting of Mystic Ponds, fish were caught by seines where the dam is now.
There were a few beaches where seines were set for catching alewives; wagon loads of these