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these things mixed, but it was practically im- 

 possible to get them mixed all the time, so out 

 of a dozen or more trials I got one fair picture 

 of the biggest orca as he calmly swam by our 

 stern, Pine-hot firing. I landed my game, all of 

 which is herewith submitted, in all probability 

 the first picture of the animal ever made, at 

 least by me, and all sheer good luck, as it was 

 a most exciting and difficult proposition for me, 

 as we were constantly moving and the orcas were 

 changing their position all the time, as a rule 

 remaining above water only a few seconds. Yet 

 I maintain that chasing the orca and hanging 

 on to his heels as we did that hot morning is 

 a legitimate and fascinating sport, either with 

 the camera or the revolver, and had we possessed 

 a whaling outfit, a harpoon and plenty of line, 

 we might have collected a specimen of this rare 

 mammal for some museum. 



It was interesting to watch the sea animals 

 that delight to swim along the surface. The 

 swordfish seems to prefer it, his big dorsal, fol- 

 lowed by the upper lobe of the tail, being seen 

 cutting the smooth surface now and then. 

 Everywhere at times the sunfish was in evi- 

 dence, sometimes a dozen, their shorter, bigger 

 dorsals fanning the surface, conspicuous objects ; 

 then here and there, the tips of the wings of 

 the flying fish as it played and tipped along the 

 surface; the fin of some hound-like shark, with 



