SEA-WRACK «1 



and as I scooped up the little being my plan was 

 made. By exhaustive inquiry among the femi- 

 nine portion of the passengers I obtained pos- 

 session of a small square of a very fine-meshed 

 fabric something like bolting cloth. In the 

 evening, with the assurance of a small monetary 

 liaison with the bath steward, I tied this bit of 

 cloth over the salt-water nozzle and carefully 

 set the faucet so that a dribble of water trickled 

 forth. In the morning the cloth strainer con- 

 tained a small blob of grayish jelly. This I 

 dropped into a tumbler and saw the water cloud 

 with an opalescent mist of a myriad motes and 

 I knew that my plan was successful. No matter 

 how tempestuous the sea, or at what speed the 

 ship throbbed through the water, I would always 

 be able to gather any amount of the wonderful 

 floating life of the ocean — the phosphorescent 

 plankton — for my microscope. Again, aside 

 from my own edification, I was able to give 

 some thrills to my fellow passengers, and I have 

 had twenty or more lined up for a squint at 

 the weird things of the open sea. In spite of 

 my reassurances, there was reported to be less 

 enthusiasm for the daily bath, and much sus- 

 picious inspection of the clear ocean tub water 



