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We loaded some film into old Long Snoot, put knots in a heavy line to 
use as footage indicators so that we could check light distances. We 
hoped the film wouldn’t jam again in the camera. 
It was a quiet, star-filled night. We went to the area on the 
south side of the bay where the stoimtoi»ds usually tong out, and where 
there are many holes that are empty during the day. We toped to see 
stomtopode running all about, and strange animls from these holes. 
Naturally we were mistaken. The flat, rubbly bottom was alii»st empty, 
save for the gleaming eyes of the nocturnal shrimps, here and there a 
worried squirrel fish with his dorsal erect, uneasy and confused by 
the light. Of stomatopods we saw only one, and no strange animals at 
all. We did see one flying guarnard, quite large, with a tattered wing. 
Ee was on the bottom, and very sleepy. I could put uy hand under him 
and lift him from the bottom, and he was only uneasy about it. He would 
sense that soa^thlng was going on that was not usual, flare his pectorals 
and wing off a few feet and settle back in the rubble. We saw it several 
times during our rajjbles, and each time it allcwed us to come within 
touching distance without alarm. 
One strange thing we did see — a small fish that looked exactly 
like a fierasfer (pearl fish) moving quietly an inch above the bottom. 
It was perhaps five inches long. I had no net that would hold it, and 
while I watched it becan® concerned and quietly slipped tail-first into 
the sand and vanished. Tom and I both probed the bottom for it but 
foxind no trace. If it was a fierasfer, it is possible that this is its 
laethod of evading predators when it is away from the shelter of its 
cucumber host. We must look into this business further. 
