. Six and one abroad. of danger. The interest in the plot was increasing fast; things were hap-pening ; we had accidentally run into a school of the biggestgame pf the ocean. Presently we were in their very midst, andI counted as many as thirty-two playing about our bow andstern. They were racing and chasing and threading the gentleswells like huge darning needles, but the provoking things wouldnever come up on top and lie there full length till we could taketheir measure. Now a head would appear—a big awkwardellipse of shapeless black, slit with an enormous mouth like aMississippi negros—and
. Six and one abroad. of danger. The interest in the plot was increasing fast; things were hap-pening ; we had accidentally run into a school of the biggestgame pf the ocean. Presently we were in their very midst, andI counted as many as thirty-two playing about our bow andstern. They were racing and chasing and threading the gentleswells like huge darning needles, but the provoking things wouldnever come up on top and lie there full length till we could taketheir measure. Now a head would appear—a big awkwardellipse of shapeless black, slit with an enormous mouth like aMississippi negros—and then disappear, to be followed a sec-ond later by the tail, which rose a few feet while the forwardend went fishing, or else barely came into view on the sur-face. A dozen pistols were fired at the visitors, and while it isunlikely that any took effect, it served to break up the recep-tion, and the whole party ran on ahead of us and out of sight,each leaking at the nose like a broken water pipe. Six and One Abroad. CHAPTER II. First Si gilt of Land. The sight of land, after being out on the ocean waste for days,is calculated to excite interest in the most hlase traveler, butthe novice on his first sea legs is delighted beyond measure—any land, so it be but a break in the monotony, the eternalmonotony, of water, water, water. I happened to be up and walking the deck at dawn of theday that was to put a parenthesis of delight in the long, tedioussentence of our journey. A blue black washpot lay overturnedupon the horizon. As we watched, slowly the outlines grew andslowly our expectations rose, till the dull surface began to takeon tints and undulations; till the physical topography of a fairand charming island lay outspread before us; till from myste-rious tropic groves a perfume as sweet as the breath of Para-dise came to us on the tenders of the wind with a gracious andrefreshing welcome. Higher and higher climbed the pleasing vision; eagerly andmore eagerly we swept it wi
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