ALBACORA 11 



close in on their prey, whatever it may be, they are no 

 different from the fiercest bird or crudest whale. 



It was hard to look away from that massacre but 

 when I finally turned I saw something that provoked 

 in me a different but no less acute feeling of horror. 

 Doty was standing, fascinated, a movie camera at his 

 side and no camera of any sort in his hands. "You'll 

 never see anything like it again," I said. "This could be 

 a colossal movie." 



"No it couldn't," Hedley said quite calmly. "Not in 

 this light. There's too much haze for movies; no matter 

 what filters I use, I know the pictures just won't come 



out." 



"How about still shots?" 



"Maybe there's light enough," Doty said. "Maybe 

 not. You won't get anything very clear." 



I rushed down to quarters for my own camera, then 

 back to the deck where I began to click full speed. By 

 the time I had taken as many pictures as I wanted, two 

 rolls it was, the Explorer's course was carrying us away 

 from the anchovies and I was the only person aboard 

 with a photographic record of what we had seen. The 

 haze perhaps robs my pictures of sharpness and clar- 

 ity, but some of the impact does manage to come 

 through. 



After my flurry of photography I wanted to pause 

 for breath before slipping back into the galley again. 



