

selfsame singularity manifests itself on moonless 

 nights, seems not to have been recorded. 



Although I am unable to share this superstition, 

 the mystery of it all becomes no clearer. Long do 

 I ponder the matter, and without results; thus 

 becoming more and more disturbed with the real- 

 ization that I yet have much, very much to learn 

 about Loligo . . . 



The light from my electric flash-lamp eventu- 

 ally grows dim; I snap it out but remain peering 

 down into the darkness. The phosphorescence has 

 disappeared. A light wind has now risen, and soon 

 a drop of water falling on my hand tells me that 

 my loafing period is at an end. Overhead, not a 

 star is to be seen. Rising to my feet at last, I go 

 into the cabin for my oilskin, and note by the clock 

 that the hour is long after one. 



VI 



Returning home through a driving rain, I 

 straightway make for my laboratory upon my 

 arrival. 



I do not stop to take off my sou'wester and other 

 dripping outer garment, but proceed at once to a 



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