214 A DESCENT INTO PERPETUAL NIGHT 



without a hitch, and was ready for a new dive. In fact in 

 the afternoon we made an hour's contour dive near shore, 

 and mapped about a mile of Bermuda's slopes some ten 

 fathoms under water. But that is another story. 



Late in the afternoon as we reached the entrance of St. 

 Georges harbor, the mighty Queen of the Furness Line 

 passed close to us, outward bound. She saw the 2510 

 chalked on the bow of the Ready and roared out a salute 

 of congratulations. 



Sunday we devoted to translating and augmenting our 

 notes with added remembered details, and getting every- 

 thing ready for the next dive. Believing that the best kind 

 of rest is a change of activity, on Monday, August thir- 

 teenth, we took the Skink, our launch, and went ten miles 

 out from shore to North Rock, the last forlorn hope of 

 old Bermuda. Diving in the helmet in seven fathoms at 

 the edge of a magnificent reef, I had the amazing luck of 

 seeing all the so-called dangerous fish of Bermuda, sharks, 

 barracudas, and green moray eels, within a space of twenty 

 square feet. 



The following day we went to sea In the Gladisfen and 

 drew deep-sea nets across the very place I had dived in 

 the bathysphere so few hours before. As always we were 

 delighted with the sight and touch of beings from the icy 

 depths, and at the same time amazed at the meagerness 

 of the haul compared with what I knew of the abundance 

 of life through which the nets had passed. However each 

 net was filled with glorious creatures, many of which were 



