It was not fair, however, to judge other
placesthrough contact with Papeete.
Imight as well have done this in the first place.
There is norestriction against the Chinese, who appeared to predominate in
business.
Presently I espied one that appeared larger, with
reddishwings.
Butphotographs do not do justice to Tahitian
women.
Then how swiftly it went down into the sea! I
havebeen on the track of the monster Indian Ocean sailfish for years.
Besides, I aim to go back to the Barrier.
Wherefore, instead of enjoying myself I settled down to grim business.
In my mind that is a feature formidableand
magnificent.
Sunrise off the Keys of Florida is a glorious burst
of crimson and goldthat flames sky and sea. There came aqueer jerky giving of my
tight line, accompanied by peculiar motions ofthe rod tip.
I spent a full day in this world-famed South Sea
Island port, the FrenchPapeete. Whatever it is that haunts and enchants surely grows
withexperience. The sport is greater than they have realized. This day when we
crossed theequator we had alternately bright sunlight and soft gray-shaded sky. The
licentiousness of women and the availability of wine rankhigh in the properties of
renown. We lost many leaders on hammerheads and other sharks.
Icould scarcely hear any sound of swirling
waters.
There were places as near paradise as it has been
my good fortune to see. Of those I passed, some approachedwhat in America we would
call a dive. It was rather rare, and a harder fighter than the blackor ordinary
whaler. Which is too many when there are other anchored boats around. Their sails
were easily ten feethigh and fifteen feet long.
I told Peter my suspicions and he said he had
arrived at the sameconclusion. Schools of sharks do not inhabit waters that are not
full of fish. It wasa northern sea, gusty, turbulent, with rough
swells.
Of those I passed, some approachedwhat in America
we would call a dive. For years on end I have been trying to tell why, but thathas
been futile. On the morning of January sixth before daybreak we crossed the
equator.
They saidif they had that ship they would surely go
to New Guinea. Bullens Atlanta rod madeby Southam is the most wonderful rod I have
used.
Perhaps one of those giant white-deathsharks!
Radmore told me many things, two of which I must chronicle here.
Late that afternoon weran out of the squalls into a
less-disturbed sea.
Undoubtedly there aremore and larger fish to
discover around these reefs.
No smoke from steamer down beyond the horizon! This
whaler was one of the bronze-backed kind, about which Dr.
In my mind that is a feature formidableand
magnificent. All I saw off Sydney Heads, exceptfor a few days, was wind.