The gray and somewhat uninteresting village of Douarnenez undergoes a change when the fishing-boats come home. Even with your eyes shut, you would soon know of the advent of the fishermen by the downward clatter of myriads of sabots through the badly-paved steep streets, gathering in volume and rapidity with each succeeding minute. The village has been thoroughly wakened up. Douarnenez is the headquarters of the sardine fishery, and the home-coming of the sardine boats is a matter of no little importance. The, inhabitants of the place are all given up to this industry. Prosperity, or adversity, depends upon the faithfulness, or the fickleness, of the little silver fish in visiting their shores. Not long ago the sardines forsook Douarnenez, and great was the desolation and despair which settled upon the people. However, the season this year is good, and the people are prosperous."