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company with the White Shark than any 
other way. 
“ Our usual plan was to follow some 
ship, which we often did for weeks, or 
months at a time, for a great deal of nice 
fish food is always thrown overboard from 
vessels; and as the White Shark only 
cared for the big pieces, all the tender 
little morsels fell to my lot. I lived well 
in those days, but I had to give up the 
job after awhile, the nervous strain was 
too great. 
“ You see the White Shark that I was 
with then was a very big fellow, (fully 
thirty feet long), and just as strong and 
ugly as he was big. Once, down in the 
tropics where he usually lives, I saw him 
break a man’s leg with one stroke of his 
tail. His temper was awful, and he 
would stop at nothing when angry. He 
had enormous jaws, with six rows of flat 
