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I had built a small glass-sided box with an interior not more than a 
quarter of an inch deep so that wo could hold one of the fish in position 
underwater for his picture. When we arrived at the shooting location we 
realized that the trick was going to be to transfer the fish from his bucket 
to the glass cage. The opening into which we must insert him was a quarter- 
inch by two inches. Those fish are exceedingly slippery. I tried scooping 
our subject up in a piece of cheesecloth, but suddenly ho was gone, onto 
the boat seat and into the bottom, with everybody after him. Jim — who 
had come out for the day — caught him and did a juggling act, losing and 
recapturing him three or four times. In the end we cupped our hands at the 
right time and in the right place and the fish went into his cage. He 
could scarcely move in it at all, and lay there gasping in his narrow prison. 
Tom and I carried him to the bottom and after some little difficulty 
in keeping him centered in the glass area I made some exposures on the still 
camera — those of yesterday wore only passable. Then we took him to the 
large pen and turned him loose, making sure that all of the inquisitive reef 
fish were kept at a distance. It took the fierasfer only a short tim.e to 
find the cucumber on this occasion, but unfortunately for him he came to the 
wrong end of it first. He peered at it from all angles, trying to under- 
stand why there was no opening for him to get into. Two or three times he 
gave up and slid up and down the glass walls of the pen. Then he would 
make up his mind to have another go at it -- and again come to the wrong 
