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which he readily consented, although Pluto handed 

 rae the murderous weapon with evident reluctance. 

 The first time I threw, I missed the fish for all 

 efi'ectual purposes, and only struck him on the tail. 

 He was soon at the top again, gambolling around our 

 boat as if he felt no damage, whereupon Pluto, with 

 a grim smile upon his thick lips, hauled in the har- 

 poon and re-coiled the line in the boat. Once more 

 I took my place, determined not to deserve any 

 longer the ridicule of my black friend. Waiting for 

 a favourable moment, I darted the harpoon at the 

 monster, which immediately dived. 



" Missed again ! " cried Mr. Stiltman. 



" Oh ! no. See there," I replied, pointing to the 

 line rapidly running out, and oflP started the devil 

 fish for a good two miles' cruise seaward, dragging 

 us after him. On a sudden he stopped, and, as he 

 was in all probability dead by this time, we began to 

 tow him to shore, and in a short time we had the 

 cable fast on land which was to pull him out of the 

 water, when, just as we were all ready for a long 

 and strong pull, we felt a tremendous shock on the 

 line. He was still alive, and made a tremendous 

 fight for it ; but eventually we pulled him on shore, 

 and made an end of him. He was not so large as 

 that which Pluto had caught, but he was not less 

 than fifteen feet long, and so it was not a bad harpoon 

 throw for a novice. When we turned him over we 

 found half a dozen sucking-fishes, or Remoza (com- 



