him wirad shut to tha point whara it was almost impossibla to raaoh him at 
all* Before I oould make an opening largo enough to insert the crab ho ran 
two or three of his arms out through the wire and laid hold of my arm* 
Very friendly. I never have known a freshly-caught octopus to do such a 
thing. Usually ootos are timid for a weak or so. Very good sign, this. 
Ho took the crab the instant it was within range and sank to the bottom of 
his box with it under his mantle. Later on in the day I saw pieces of it 
scattered around his cage. I would guess that he will be a good subject. 
Shot some general scenes of gorgonias and sponges, etc. In the middle of 
the roll my focussing cable broke on the number one camera box carrying the 
42mm lenses. 
The hawksbill turtle visited us most of the day, sailing back and 
forth among the coral heads and the grassy areas, sometimes paddling down for 
a mouthful of grass or to chomp on algae growing on the rocks. We did not 
bother him, of course. Ho is about eighteen inches long, I should say, with 
his shell very clean and varnished and giving the impression altogether of 
just having been carefully scrubbed. He paddles along slowly and without 
apparent effort, peering from side to side as though he were merely an 
interested passenger in some sort of undor/mter vehicle. Ho surfaces only 
at long intervals for a breath of air. Had no watch with which to time him. 
I hope no native happens by when he has his head out of the water. 
In the evening I replaced the focussing cable on the number one box. 
A very tricky job that took until near midnight. Found that the camera had 
