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I was playing a good Bass at the time, and had got it nearly 

 to the shore, when a six-foot Shark followed and seized it. 

 I pulled and the Shark pulled, thus bringing itself further in, 

 when a big wave caught it, and rolled it ashore almost high 

 and dry. P. and the major each seized a club from the drift- 

 wood and beat the Shark over the head; in spite of its furi- 

 ous struggles and vicious blows with the tail, they killed it — 

 but my Bass was cut in two. 



A few hundred yards from where we were fishing was the 

 wreck of a steamer half-buried in the sand at low water- 

 mark, the stump of a mast and part of her smoke-stack above 

 the waves. To the wreck we went, and climbed on board. 

 Her hold was full of water, washing in and out, and we could 

 see large fish swimming about inside. 



Judge: "This looks like an old wreck; when did she come 

 ashore.'"' 



P. : "I think it was just after the surrender. She brought 

 down a load of nigger soldiers to settle at the Inlet. They 

 built some houses and a steam saw-mill, about a mile above 

 my house." 



Judge: "The same old mill that we see there now in ruins.'"' 



P. "Yes; the boiler bursted and killed two or three of the 

 people, and the colony soon broke up, after the Yankee 

 colonel that brought them here went away. Come, major, 

 we had better shoulder our fish, and start for the boat." 



