Once a lobsterman lost his watch, chain and all; for a day or two he was asking everybody he met if they'd seen it.
The lobsterman caught it, called his thanks and gave the Pet a final shove that carried her past him.
The lobsterman made other attempts at conversation, but they were unproductive.
The mournful wail of a horn in the fog now and then announced the location of some lobsterman.
The lobsterman chuckled as he undid the door of the trap and thrust in his arm.
Then a lobsterman has to rebait his traps, and as he does that with rotten fish, it's not a sweet job.
"It's a good thing you came along," said Daddy Bunker, as he thanked the lobsterman.
Once she was sure she saw it, but a second view disclosed a lobsterman coming in from hauling his lobster-pots.
Guess you never see no hens like them afore, chuckled the lobsterman as he rowed away.
There were a good many shorts in the trap, but there were also four good-sized lobsters, and the lobsterman seemed well pleased.