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came up behind, slowly at first, then with a rush — 

 a needle-toothed garfish. The flyingfish gave two 

 or three convulsive surges forward and then I saw 

 what I had never expected to — one of these fish rise 

 from the water above me and disappear into the 

 air. Somehow this made me feel more like one of 

 the actual inhabitants of this underworld than 

 anything which had occurred heretofore — I was 

 seeing things from a real fish-eye-view. 



The gar missed his prey and I was interested to 

 see that he became utterly confused, and made one 

 short rush after the other in various directions. I 

 saw the flyingfish drop into the water only twenty 

 feet away, coming into \aew with a flop. The 

 gar showed no signs of having sensed this, and the 

 last I saw of the two, the pursued was vanishing 

 into the blue distance while the gar turned back 

 the way it had come. 



The last Nomad I can recall really does not 

 belong in this class, since it has a home, although 

 the strangest in the world. When the devilfish 

 swam over, I saw very distinctly, two sucking fish 

 glued to its under side. These are the remarkable 

 attendants which spend their whole Hfe being car- 

 ried about by their host, whether shark, devilfish or 

 turtle, so if not comparable to the nomadic Arab, 

 they can at least qualify as the representative of 

 the Arab's flea. 



I stood up on the top of the great coral mass, 

 which I might, if I were that kind of person, have 

 named "Nomad Belle Vue," and shpped, or 

 rather drifted half-way to the bottom. Then with 



