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go up or the boat would be ooming down. It was high time. Everything 
in it was awash. I had brought along a spare camera to do some topside 
shots and had put it for safe-keeping in our lunch bag under a seat. It 
vms soaked and ruined. The first time in twelve years of shooting that I 
have wet a camera. This was a good thorough job — and completely unneces- 
sary. I should have stowed it in a safer place — or moved it when the 
rains came. This day has not been a success. 
August 9. 
Big hopes today of coming to some sort of grips with the octopus- 
moray business. With no clouds to speak of, we got out to work at once, 
glassed up the shooting pen, spread the diffuser, put the octopus and house 
in an advantageous spot, and went to work. Tom put a crab in t he pen and 
steered it back and forth in f ront of the ooto’s doorway. That worthy 
put his eye up to tne hole and peered out at us, but although he has had 
no food for many days, he was content with v/atcliing the crab, occasionally 
bobbing his eye up and down, changing its color from deep brown to tan to 
pale gray. But as for coming out, not a chance, Ee felt just fine at 
home, and did not plan to move a muscle. 
Finally Tom coaxed the crab to within inches of the octo ’s door. One 
of his arms shot out and caught it. He wouldn’t come out of his house, 
however, but did his best to pull the crab in through the two-inch opening. 
Hot being able to do this he pulled off the two big claws and retired out 
