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boy bouncing about in a ten-foot bongo. Admit it, Lou. 

 Bosco has outsmarted us for another year." 



"I don't know," Lou said. 



Early the next day we departed for the airport at 

 Guayaquil. 



In our entire South American stay we had boated 

 forty-one striped marlin, twenty-six black marlin and 

 eleven albacora for Luis Rivas to dissect. We had 

 shipped vast quantities of plankton to the University of 

 Miami. In answer to the urgings of the biology depart- 

 ment of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, we 

 had captured several giant squid and sent their central 

 nerve columns by air express all the way to Logan Air- 

 port in Boston. Enough data had been gathered on the 

 Humboldt to fill a special report just for oceanogra- 

 phers. The entire scientific findings of the expedition 

 filled a technical book which the Marine Laboratory 

 scientists prepared. As a layman, I can hardly attempt 

 properly to evaluate the scientific work which we have 

 done, but of all the accomplishments of Lou's life and 

 mine, this is the one of which we are most proud. 

 This expedition in which we never ran down Bosco was 

 the most memorable of two lifetimes spent at sea. It 

 opened our eyes wide, and even as I write, we are busy 

 organizing a new expedition back to the Humboldt for 

 science, and for Bosco, 



Walt Gorman agreed to supervise the Explorer^ s voy- 

 age back so Lou and I could fly directly home from 



