A SEAL AND AN EEL. 
RAVING sea, streaming rocks, and the 
savage ‘ huis-ssh’ of the wind over all. 
It was no place for man or beast, this cold, 
wet abode of the wind and the waters. 
Yet there was a beast there with a head 
smooth, big, dog-like, and savage. It showed 
only for a moment, and vanished again in 
foam. 
Then a big conger, following, with that 
hateful, slow patience, the trail of some 
wounded fish, became aware of it. 
Down there, in the green, foggy depths, lit 
only by a twelve-foot circle of white-gold 
light from above, it was almost dead-still, 
and, of course, ten times more silent than 
the tomb. 
Wherefore the apparition of the head in 
front of a great body, going at the speed of a 
twenty-one-inch torpedo, appearing suddenly, 
was startling. 
The conger had come up with the wounded 
fish, and hung on like a bulldog. Then, see- 
ing the head, it flashed into black-and-white 
lightning. But, though wonderful for so 
sluggish a creature, the transformation was 
not quite quick enough by one second. Came 
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