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There was nothing to do but pick up the gear from the bottom, head 
for shore, dlsmantXe the conpressor and clean the salt from the insides 
of it. We were lucJQr to have stopped it in time *— «it wasn't designed 
for puiJplng water. 
That took car® of the day up to noon. Limch on shore. The clouds 
gathered solidly, but returned even so. When I went down to the bottom 
rain was pocking the water. Rained the remainder of the afternoon. Tom 
ai^ I looked for clams — big ones ~ to feed to our lobster. Though we 
shoveled tmtil the water was filled with sand clouds so that we could not 
see, we found no clams. But we did find an octopus. He was luader a rock 
with one eye showing, watching xxs. Probably laughing. Be had clam shells 
all aroiind his house. I brought over one of our hermits and let it walk 
past his deh. The octo reached out and flung an arm around it, but the 
hermit lashed at him with one of its big claws and the ajtn snaked back 
into the den again. After that the octo H»de no attempt to intercept 
the crab, even after maty walk-bys. Probably he was full of claro. 
July 8 . The usual west wit^ was blowing again this morning, and the usual 
Juni>le of dark clouds was on the horison — waiting to move in to give us 
trouble. We went out to the shooting area Jxist the same, in the face of 
a dark squall that was reaching out for the sun. If the light went we could 
explore the area some tmsre. Scmiethlng new always was turning up. We might 
even find some clams. 
Strangely enough the squall evaporated without ever reaching usj 
shortly after we vent under water the sun can« out and remined at full 
blast all morning. Understanding Bahamian weather is beyond me. 
