lOO TO DAVY JONES S LOCKER 



dangled in a hollow pea on a swaying cobweb a quarter of 

 a mile below the deck of a ship rolling in mid-ocean. 



We were able to adumbrate the above imaginary news 

 items from a rocket mounting into interplanetary space, 

 by the following actual messages sent from the bathy- 

 sphere up our telephone wire: 



"We have just splashed below the surface." 

 "We are at our deepest helmet dive." 60 feet 



"The Lusitania is resting at this level." 285 feet 



"This is the greatest depth reached in a regu- 

 lation suit by Navy divers." 306 feet 

 "We are passing the deepest submarine record." 383 feet 

 "The Egypt was found at this level by divers 



in rigid shells." 400 feet 



"A diver in an armored suit descended this 

 far into a Bavarian lake — the deepest point 

 which a live human has ever reached." 525 feet 



"Only dead men have sunk below this." 600 feet 



"We are still alive and one-quarter of a mile 



down." 1426 feet 



A young gale blew itself out, and on June third, 1930, 

 the sun rose on a calm, slowly heaving sea. On Nonsuch 

 Island we ran up the prearranged flag signal and the work- 

 ing crew saw it from St. Georges and put out. On this 

 day we only made a trial submergence with the bathy- 

 sphere empty, to test the working of the crew and the 

 whole apparatus. 



