CHAPTER XXIII 
THE DOLPHIN 
“A shoal of dolphins, tumbling in wild glee, 
Glowed with such orient tints, they might have been 
The rainbow’s offspring, where it met the ocean.”’ 
— MonrTGoMERY. 
Few anglers have taken this beautiful creature, 
whose home is upon the high seas, and whose 
presence often gladdens the heart of the mariner 
in the idle forties; hence few know the amount 
of power, force, exhilaration, and game qualities 
possessed by this gorgeous acrobat, this harlequin 
of the sea. It happened some years ago that I 
was caught at sea in a remarkable calm, which 
continued for nearly a week, during which period 
the ship drifted many miles, but sailed not one. 
We were in the Gulf Stream, so went on at a 
mysterious pace, yet without sails, to the measure 
of the eternal tapping and rippling music of 
countless reefing points and the nerve-rasping 
creaking of booms whose jaws, drying under the 
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