My own first sight of a fish wheel in operation beats the story of this renowned writer all to pieces.
I shall never forget my first view of a fish wheel and a cannery.
The Wildcat made a line fast and threw the end of it into the hull of the fish wheel.
The swimming Wildcat saw above him the descending framework of the fish wheel.
The fat man carried a wheat sack whose heavy contents jingled when he sat it on the deck of the fish wheel.
The owner of the fish wheel stepped forward to try his English on his nocturnal visitors.
The proprietor of the fish wheel yelled a greeting into the darkness.
Then to his ears from the deck of the fish wheel came the diverting tones of a voice which he had heard before.