The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-12-26
FOUND, A LOST LOBSTER
A Remnant of the Crustacea
That Were Planted in
Monterey Bay.
How The Scientist Sought tor Him.
Tales the Men of the Sea
Have Told.

One of the lost tribe of Eastern Holsters
that was planted in Monterey Bay about
twenty years ago has been found and the
epicures may rejoice thereat. When the
luscious crustacea were dumped overheard
by the United States Fish Commissioner
and told to multiply till every inlet on the
Pacific Coast would TEEN with It's increase,
the oyster opened his shell and laug he'd
in glee, the clam babe good by to the
chowder-pot and the crab clapped his
double bank of claws for Joy or it.
That lobster-the ward of the scientist,
the emigrant turned loose in California
waters-would take their places in the
market-stalls and they would wiggle
through the marine deeps in peace. Their
names would never again appear on the
free-lunch menu.
But that lobster was not to be caught
mapping, nor in any other somnolent con-
dition. He had been trapped once far
away in his Atlantic bed and consequently
he made good use of his newly found
freedom.
He burrowed deep down in the loan of
the ocean and became only a dim and
Of the stormy sea came ashore and said
that they had seen him. During their
shipwrecks when they were sinking be-
meath the pillows they had interviewed
| the lost lobster. He was cruising in COM
pan.y with the mystical serpent, and out
of the depths they arose to tell the tale.
One weird old man of the ocean said
that when he was once banqueting with
a crew of mermen a thousand fathoms
below the waves he had eaten salad made
| from the willy crustacean, and that sailor
man hitched up his trousers in convinc-
| ing sailor-like way.
Many people believed the yarn and the
scientists boarded their boats and dragged
| their deep-sea nets over the alleged
haunts of that lobster in the hope of
| gathering him from his submarine seclu-
| sion, and the menu of the mermeu.
| Others not so wise in the curious things of
| the ocean wagged their skeptical heads
and remarked in their whiskers that
those narrators had evidently been found.
ering in grog instead of brine, and the
wild shipwrecking gales they had encoun-
tered blew only along the terra frma OF
the water front, and also that the rare
salad of the mermen was only dream
| dreamed in the lookup after q roaring
cruise along the stormy Barbary Coast.
| Albeit, the lost lobster has been found,
/ He didn't travel with the sea serpent, he
didn't turn to cold salad for the menu OF
| the mermen and he didn't go glimmering
through dream of things that were. he
went TO Oakland.
Many mystical things go to Oakland-at
least they are found there, as was the lost
lobster yesterday, by clam digger.
| The scientists might never think Of
| looking for anything remarkable in Oak
land, so be escaped their drag-nets fol
twenty years and slept like Rip Van Win
kle in peace. while his brothers, the crat
and the shrimp, went one by one to the
bill-of-fare.
E. L. Rushmer, lad of this city, was
shoveling in clam bed in the creek neal
the Peralta slip for the piece de resistance
of Christmas bake when he turned ur
one of the transplanted Eastern Holsters
1t was about three inches long and is
undoubtedly one of the Holsters dumped
into Monterey Bay years ago by the
United States Fish Com mission. They
disappeared and it was thought that the
plant was failure. that either the water
of the Pacific was unsuitable for the
Atlantic bred crustaceans or that they
had been destroyed by their voraciou,
enemies in the ocean.
This one got into Oakland Creek and
evidently was safe from foes within anc
without the sea. Even the scientist of the
Athens of the Pacific never dreamed of hi,
presence there. If he had gotten down tc
Palo Alto, now, David Starr Jordan wouc
have caught him. That lobster was wise
| in his oanQratiOn