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breath when I had to have it, fighting the stretched hose, blowing ay 
tank free of the water that kept leaking in from the reduced pressure, 
moving the camera box in front of the eel, trying to check its northward 
journey . 
The air was beginning to come weakly fro®i the reserve, and I had 
decided to take only two oiore breaths before giving up the whole project 
and heading for the boat myself, when I felt the trembling of hose from 
the engine piaaping air into it. A couple of minutes later the pressure 
on the hose began to ease as Tom moved the anchor to bring the boat in 
my direction. And the eel continued heading north. But we dldn care, 
we could picture him anyhow, with plenty of hose to spare. When we had 
used all the film we felt was necessary we watched him moving i^thodically 
through the grass, hunting and heading northward out of sight. By now he 
is probably up near Greenland somewhere. 
Tom turned up with a big hermit in a conch shell. He was a stubborn 
fellow, simply refusing to leave his shell. Usually a small hole in the 
back of the shell where one can insert a wire for a tickler is all that 
is necessary to make a hermit abandon his home -- he can't stand anything 
tickling hie rear. But this hermit simply didn't care, and it was 
necessary to remove the entire back of the shell before he could be induced 
to abandon it. He sulked in the rocks for awhile, trying to hide his 
nakedness under a piece of coral, but finally we persuaded him to try on 
a new shell. 
Ked Cooper and John eliowed up with three puffers which we put into 
the shooting enclosure. We hoped to photograph them ganging up on a crab. 
