Their dead bodies float downstream until the flood recedes, and leaves them stranded on a bar or shore where they lie, half-buried in the sand until they decay.
The mist had now so far collapsed that the tips of the trees and bushes around his house could just be discerned, as if boring upwards through a vast white cobweb which cloaked them from the day.
What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened — one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leaped back with howls of horror.
But though most people there seemed to be taking this event in stride, officials say it could be another week before the waters have significantly receded.
The characters, noise and gut-wrenching stench celebrated in Steinbeck’s classic, Cannery Row, faded with the collapse of the silver tide in the 1950s.