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October 1854
Bonin Islands
full methods of collecting adopted. However I
succeeded once in a place called "[illegible]"
and on the muddy bottom got many mud-
snute shells and a singular little crab (Pai-
mixia?) Five or six birds were shot and
skinned.
We experienced a violent typhoon while lying
here - a four feet cyclone, which lashed the
water into foam around us and filled the air
with spray, while we were congratulating
ourselves that we were not at sea, in
which case our safety would well have ad-
mitted of doubt. A French whaler (the "Nap-
oleon, III") lying astern of us was driven a-
ground even in this sheltered harbor. The
trees were stripped of their leaves and oft
of boughs.
The coral-covered rocks in three and four fath-
om along the shore of this harbor, especially under
rocky cliffs, afford feeding-ground for multitudes of
beautifully-colored fish, which are however very
difficult to take, on account of the nature
of the ground, where nets cannot be used. After
trying with hook and line in many points of the
bay without success, I at last hit upon a
spot - the high cliff just below the "Paps", where
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November 1854
Bonin Islands
the fish bit briskly, and afforded me much sport
for several days in the afternoons. The Seridace
picked up while collecting at low water during
the morning afforded us furnished us with late.
I used very small lines and hooks to suit the
mouths of the fish, but often caught compara-
tively heavy fish (279 lbs) with a line no big-
ger than pack thread. The extra specimens after
taking such as it was proper to preserve furnis-
ed our mess with a good meal.
Nov 1st-5th - Mostly spent in increasing my collection
of fishes. I discovered a new spit (a coral
rock 18ft in diameter, on a shoal) where they
were still more abundant than at the
first. In all I secured about 50 species
at this place, and probably twice that
number exist here. On one occasion I
shoved my boat (a small red cockle-shell
made of iron) into a deep cleft of a
rocky bluff, where from a favorable direction
of the light I could see clearly everything
at the depth of two to four fathoms. Bril-
liantly-painted and strangely shaped fishes were
swimming about along the sides of the cliff
in great numbers, and I counted at least
20 kinds of which I had not secured a specimen,