The Roanoke times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1897-1977, 1898-01-26
Roanoke Shoe Co,
ATRUE SHARK STORY
PATHETIC ACCOUNT OF AN OCEAN
MONSTERS DESTRUCTION.
The Fatal Fcud of tho Little Blue and
Gold Plot-The Lump of Fat Pork
With the Concealed Hook--Death by
Torturc With the Inevitable Finale.

Gold Pnot-The Lump of Fat Pork
With the Concealed Hook--Death by
Torture With the Inevitable Finale.
"How very hard it is to provide for
young, fast growing family nova
days!' said ene mother shark. turning,
for the hundrcdth tins that frDrning,
upon her broad side in order to get a
better view of what might be stirring
above For nearly week she had been
fasting-in fact, ever since she came in
hurriedly at the close of a great feast
upon tho stripped carcass of Il recent
whale There, by dint Of the energy of
her massive shoulders, her ii feet of
length and fivefold rows of triangular
teeth, she had managed to secure a re-
spectacle proportion of the spoil for the
replenishing of her own huge NAV as
we'll as for the up keep of the ii shark
lings that wero now restlessly darting
in and out of their coy cave at the far
end OF her capacious throat.
Within the immediate range of her
glance u vast black shadow obscured a
wide, irregularly shaped area of the
blazing sunshine. 1t was SO calm that
the shadow seemed stationary. In the
direction Of this cool penumbra her gaze
fingered earnestly, for hereditary in
stinct as well as long experience gave
her the knowledge that from the sub
stance of such shadows camo food drop
ping down, varied and toothsome, ac-
tually alive on rare occasions. Some.
what impaticntly she wondered at the
long time that her little blue and gold
attendant had been gone.
Flo was so seldom absent from his
place between her eyes for whole min
ute that she got quite uneasy, but while
she fidgetcd fretfully, with many witch
lnSs of her flexible ''gaff topsail," back
camo the pilot fish III a tearing hurry.
Now, then, partner, move along, 10.
There's Il lump Of fat pork almost rs BIZ.
as your head hanging over that ship $
stern l den t quite understand why il
doesn t sink, but i5 is good. | nibblcd
just crumb. and you can be sure this
tilno that it is no bagful of cinders like
that nasty nouthful that gave you the
chestache SO bad this morning. The
latter part of this energetic exordium
was lost upon mother shark being
drowned in tho wash set I'D by her
great tail fin, which was going in grand
style, starting her Off at such n rate
that two or three stragglers of the fam
lily had to skip like shrimps to get in
doors before they wero left behind and
lost.
Straight as an arrow to the mark went
the tiny guide, keeping just in front of
his hugo friends snout. Together they
swept into the shadow, where, sure
enough, mass Of meat hung just below
the sea surface, though gently lifted al
most out Of water every now and then
ooh, do look, mammal! There's big
fish. Is he going to cat up that pretty
little one, do you Think" "Oh, no, my
little man," struck III tho mate, but
you watch him nown' AS no spoke the
great gray body took curve latterly, a
dazzling glare of white appeared, and
there beneath the speaker was IL orcs-
centic gap i'll the smooth, livid under
sido fringed with imumcrable points
like chevauX dc friae and as big as the
gap of coal sack Around it the small
pilot circled eXcitedly at top speed.
Slowly tho mate as gently Stacked away,
there was gulp, and the big joint dis
appeared. There was flash, Il splash
and an eddy. Then the ropo attached to
4 the shark hook concealed in the pork
groaned over tho rail rs it felt the strain.