The
early day was blue and silver; one of those colorful mornings peculiar
to southern Florida. Sandwiched between the earth and the turquoise sky,
the Atlantic lay gleaming like a huge silver wafer in the sunlight. Not
the faintest suggestion of a ripple marred its shining surface.
Suddenly out of the stillness
of the silver water a huge black fin was lifted and a little group of
men lounging on the deck of an idle fishing craft drew near the rail and
used their glasses.
"Shark," remarked
the captain pleasantly after a moment's scrutiny. "Who wants to go
out with me for a little fun?"
The hastily lowered lifeboat
pointed a slim nose toward the large black shape thrashing about in the
shallow water. Three men were in the boat -Captain Charles H. Thompson
of the yacht "Samoa," one of the yacht's crew, and a winter
visitor to southern Florida. As they drew near, the sailor took one look
at the gigantic creature and yelled to the captain:
"For heaven's sake
man, don't harpoon that thing; we will be crushed like an egg shell!"
Poised in the bow of the
boat, harpoon in hand, stood the captain, and as they drew alongside there
was a flash; the steel glittered for a moment in the sunlight, then sank
into the black bulk. Simultaneously the little boat spun around and shot
out toward the Gulf Stream like an agitated and very erratic rocket, flinging
great sheets of spray high into the air as it sped.
Thus began a thirty-nine
hours' ride filled with wildest thrills, during which time Captain Thompson
battled with the fish, the sailor bailed the boat unceasingly, lest they
be swamped, and the tourist raised an anxious and eloquent voice high
heaven. The men were without food the entire time, sharing only a small
bottle of water among them.
The news of the struggle
spread rapidly, and soon hundreds of interested spectators gathered on
the trestle of the East Coast sea-extension railway. Scores of times the
men in the boat escaped death only by a miracle, as the wildly thrashing
black tail missed them but by a hair's breadth. Finally, after two days
and one night, the monsters was worn out, and the triumphant captor managed
to fasten it to the trestle work on Knight's Key, where after a few hours'
rest it wigwagged a festive tail, smashing the large pilings as though
they were toothpicks. After another battle the fish firmly tied up once
more, this time to the yacht "Samoa;" and again it waved a wicked
tail, disabling the thirty-ton yacht by smashing her propeller and breaking
the cables. A tug was then summoned, and the big fellow was towed one
hundred and ten miles to Miami, Florida, where it was viewed by thousands
of people.
Five harpoons and one hundred
and fifty-one bullets were used in subduing the monster, and it took five
days to finally kill it.
It was thought at first
the creature was a whale but later it was classified as a fish, for it
breathed through gills of which there were five in number. Upon careful
examination it seemed probable that it was a baby of its species, as the
backbone was of a cartilaginous nature, a condition found only in a young
creature; in a full-grown one this develop into true bone. That it was
a deep-sea fish was indicated by the small eye, which was about the size
of a silver dollar. The pressure of the water is so great at the bottom
of the ocean that were the eyes large they would be ruptured. That the
pupil did not dilate and contract seems additional proof that the fish
must have lived at a depth of probably fifteen hundred or two thousand
feet, where there is little light.
It is generally believed
that some volcanic eruption drove the fish to the surface where, owing
to the difference in water pressure, the swim-bladders burst, making it
impossible for him to return to his level.
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