Big Game at Sea 



shout something. I could not make out the words, 

 but the next moment I realized their import, as the 

 turtle plunged over the edge of the reef and dived 

 into the deep blue waters of the channel. I made 

 a desperate effort to stop it, but the turtle scented 

 liberty from afar, and plunged down deeper and 

 deeper. I retained my hold until I experienced 

 intensely cold water, perhaps ten feet from the sur- 

 face, then cast off, and swam upward, to be picked 

 up by my solemn-visaged boatman with the remark, 

 " It's jest like I told you, sah; if you kin stay down 

 yander for twenty minutes, you kin do it." But I 

 could not retain my breath twenty minutes. There 

 are, unfortunately, limitations to this sport on the 

 outer reef. 



