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a houndfiehj look out, he's going to ^u®pl" (stupidly not telling Tom 
to turn off the light) » John swung away from the bow, crouching with 
the anchor still in his hands. The fish crashed out of the water like 
a rocket, sailed over the bow and into the ocean on the otl^r side. It 
had miased John by possibly six inches, going like a flung spear. After 
this we will he iwre careful with our lights, Houndfishes (and needle- 
fish too) almost invariably leap in a frenzy of released emrgy when 
they are in the glare of a stirang light, John came pretty close to 
getting a Purple Heart on that one. 
We swung across the hay -- with lights out — to our main shooting 
area, and finding that also cloudy, moved down towards the base of the 
bay where the water was more calm, and there were coral heads near shore. 
The water here was cloi^y, but not impossible, so we dropped anchor, and 
Tom and I went dOTm. The coral heads loomed up in the dark like Bjjra.ll 
fflountains, with the gorgonians, the tall finger sponges, the turtle grass 
on the bottom, all swaying profoundly, first one w^ and then the other 
with the passing waves, and only the coral rooted fast. 
Here and there about the sides of the big star coral boulders were 
EJjuirrel fish, always with their dorsals erect, uneasy in the light. The 
grunts and the goatflsh were browsing like cattle out in the swaying 
turtle grass, with their toils up laost of the time. I had expected to 
see the eye-8|rarks of shrimps all about as usual, but during the half- 
hour or so w^e were on the bottom I saw only one. Perhaps the wave-action 
had something to do with itj possibly they prefer to do their prowling in 
calm water. But there were boxer shrimps on the coral, their red -and -white 
