But something was spotted off the Grand Banks, early this morning, going like hell and apparently out of control.
Far in the north a curtain of mist hung on the sea, dense, motionless as the fog on the Grand Banks.
They sometimes had more than one hundred small vessels at a time on the Grand Banks.
It was dense, however; dense as if it were enshrouding the Grand Banks, and of the same impenetrable, milky consistency.
The salt bankers were almost ready to leave––twenty-eight or thirty sail fitting out for the Grand Banks.
No; about three or four British vessels now fish on the Grand Banks, where hundreds once cast anchor.
Mr. Boxhall testified that he had crossed the Grand Banks many times, but had never seen field-ice before.
Made a trip once to the Grand Banks with Ezra; must be all of thirty years ago.
It is like thinking of a parliament in the Pleiocene, or of a court-house on the Grand Banks.
My cousin who accompanied me had as a boy “run away and gone to sea” cod-fishing on the Grand Banks.