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the bathysphere, and began attaching the rubber hose. 

 Little by Uttle the cable unwound, carrying around with 

 it the phable hose, until, when the cable was hanging 

 straight and quiet, it had revolved forty-five times. On 

 subsequent dives the cable never made a single turn, and 

 the two elements came up as they went down. 



June sixth was another day of almost perfect calm with 

 only a long, heaving swell in mid-ocean. We were on board 

 the barge early, and, as soon as the tug Gladisfen came 

 alongside, took her tow-rope, described a circle around 

 the reefs, and headed out to sea through Castle Roads. 

 The great jagged cliffs towered high on both sides, and 

 on their summits the ruined battlements of the old forts 

 frowned down upon us. I wondered what old Governor 

 Richard Moore would have said, three hundred odd years 

 ago, leaning his elbows on the parapet, if he could have 

 watched our strange procession steaming past. In all like- 

 lihood, the steaming part would have mystified and inter- 

 ested him far more than our chief object. 



As we cleared the outer head of Brangman's, we felt 

 the first gentle heave and settling of the swell of the 

 ocean, and in a few minutes the foam-ringed mass of 

 Gurnet Rock passed astern, and we steered south straight 

 into the open sea. An hour later the angle of the two 

 lighthouses showed that we were about eight miles oflF 

 shore, with a generous mile of water beneath us. Choosing 

 a favorable spot under such conditions is like looking 

 around and trying to decide on the exact location of the 



