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THE OCEAN. 



beach was instantly lined by hundreds of persons, 

 and a few of the most resolute threw a large canoe 

 into the water, and, alike regardless of the Shark 



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White Shark, 

 the attitude of the fish in taking its pret. 



and the high rolling surf, sprang to the relief of 

 their companion. It was too late; the Shark had 

 already seized his prey. The affecting sight was 

 only a few yards from my door, and while I stood 

 watching, a large wave almost filled the canoe, and 

 at the same instant a part of the mangled body was 

 seen at the bow of the canoe, and the Shark swim- 

 ming towards it at her stern. When the swell had 



