much longer be denied, and shortly after she was 

 on her bunk, saturated with salt-water, but, none 

 the less, sunk in a sweet and profound sleep. 

 Whereupon I went out upon deck and raised the 

 anchor. 



Soon the Hippocampus was headed toward 

 Hempstead Harbor. Her speed was much mod- 

 erated, however, for I had decided to learn what 

 luck would attend the lowering, at the stern, of 

 the tow-net and trawl. The tow-net, let me say, 

 is for trailing at the surface for microscopic 

 plankton; it is a long muslin funnel held open 

 at the larger end by a wooden hoop two feet in 

 diameter, while at the smaller end is tied a com- 

 mon wide-mouth pickle bottle to receive the mi- 

 nute material caught by the trailing cone. The 

 trawl, although a device subserving the same pur- 

 pose for larger animals, is of a different pattern; 

 this is a great meshed bag, twenty or more feet 

 in length; it is attached at the mouth to a slender 

 six-foot beam, and this in turn is supported on 

 iron sled-like runners which at the end of a cable 

 are dragged along the bottom. The latter collect- 

 ing appliance I now used in lieu of the dredge — 

 a similar apparatus but so constructed that a steel 



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