The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-05-16

a let-up for two days and night
thirty-nine hours.
After the first burst of speed the
creature slowed down. We thought he
was firing out and so brought the boat
up close enough to put another har-
poon into him, at the same time firing
number OF bullets at his head.
In the meantime the Samoa hau
weighed anchor and was following US
so as to render any assistance neces>
sary in capturing the game, but as the
creature showed little signs of exhaus-
ton there was nothing the crew of
the Samoa could do but keep US in
sight.
THE second attack with harpoon
and bullets served only to energiZe the
creature and he put on speed till it is
no exaggeration to say that we We're
going at the rate OF thirty or forty
miles on hour for most OF the time.
finally as we drew away it disappeared
in the horizon and we did not see il
again for many hours.
THE day wore on without further
incident and after the first thrill of
adventure had passed we settled down
TO a steady job of it, and it seemed to
be a question of which should give in
first
Might came on. calm and PEACEFUL
and the moon rose over an untroubled
sea save for that huge, mysterious
creature ploughing madly through the
dark water. dragging our pitifully
small boat in its wake. We were far
from land: in fact. we did not know
where we We're and could only tell by
the position of the stars the direction
Of our general course.
"Once when night had settled conn
pletely down and we were beginning
to feel anxious as to the Outcome of
our adventure, the lights o. a vesssl
twinkled on the horizon and filled as
with hope that our troubles would soon
be over. for we We're certain il was the
yacht Samoa searching for us 1t was
going south and as we came broadside
of the vessel we recognized her as a.
boat of the Morgan line, bound for Key
West
Twice more during the night we
passed boats and hailed them, but
they too, went on their way without
answering our calls. The irony of our
situation was made manifest next day
when we learned that the boat we
had seen last was really and truly the
Samoa looking for us. We had passed
her twice and she had failed to discover
us.
1T was evident to me that my two
companions in the boat had long since
had enough Of the sport they were at
first so eager to share with me. WEI
had been out all day under the blazing
sun without bite to eat since break
fast and with only one bottle OF water
in the boat. The strain on their nerves
had been something awful and I could
hardly blame them for wanting to give
up the chase and get back to their
grub and hunks.
See here. capt'n' they said. what's
the use? We can't never catch mat
damn thing and get him to port. Let's
cut the lines and let the devil GO
Not on your life,' / said. I'll fol-
low that fish or devil to hell-or Az
RIGA. which ever way he's headed, but
what I'll get him
Threatens 10 Shoot Companions to-
Save His Prize
I'll be damned IL l do" exclaimed
one OF the men doggedly Selling an
ak he raised it above his head and
was actually going to chop the lines
that held the fish.
1T was no time for parleying Ac-I
ton was needed If l would save my
game. and I can tell you I got into
action mighty quick.
Pulling out my pistol, l iumpedl