ODD MEMBERS OF THF FISH FAMIRY. 7 
Did I ever tell you about my trip 70 fathoms beneath the 
sea ?” Settling back in his chair, and taking a child upon 
each knee, Uncle Jed began his story. 
“ It was in the fall of 1870, when off the Canaries on my 
return from an extended voyage, that I decided to take a 
little submarine trip for a^change. So, borrowing a diver’s 
suit from Ca-leb West, I started on as novel a journey as I 
have ever taken. The old ocean gave me a roaring wel¬ 
come. Down, down, into the depths I dropped, and rest¬ 
ed at last 011 the sea bottom, diversified by its plains and 
mountains, great valleys and precipices, and their marvel¬ 
ous, innumerable inhabitants. 
“Whether or no fishes are able to intercept messages on 
the cable I cannot tell, but in some manner they had re¬ 
ceived notice of my visit 
and formed a grand naval 
parade in my honor. A 
large shark, 36 feet long, 
seemed master of ceremo¬ 
nies, and, opening his 
mouth to the width of six 
feet, showing six rows of 
triangular teeth which he 
moved at will by the pow¬ 
erful muscles at their 
bases, he turned his small green eyes toward me and 
smiled. I knew he loved me dearly, but I did not care 
for a close/ acquaintance. Attached to the shark was a 
tiny fish with a name longer than itself—Echines remora. 
It had a flat disk covering its head, by which it was so 
firmly attached to the flank of the shark that a man’s 
strength would not have sufficed to separate them. It had 
in this manner made a long voyage without fatigue. 
‘ ‘ As I looked down at my feet I thought I had at last 
discovered Captain Kidd’s treasure, but a closer examina- 
