I think we were related in a shirttail sort of way throuogh my father's family in Cordova.

Falstaff (to Francis): If manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring.

The [fishing] technique was to clear the channel downstream from the lagoon for about twenty to forty yards, but not all the way to the salt water. A small bridge was left at the lower end of the lagoon. When holding pits had been dug near the end of the re-trenched channel and everyone was ready, the bridge was dug out and the outrush of water brought hundreds of fish along with it.

Look not so grum at me; there is something to make thee more cheerful. (Offering him money with one hand, while he receives the bag with the other.)