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with a knife, so that the blood might flow out on the outgoing tide, and in less than an hour after there were twenty to twenty-five of these huge fish milling around the bait. They are the natural scavengers of the sea, but some instinct seemed to tell them that the carcass anchored there augured no good for them, and they swam around and around it, several at a time, and swallowed eagerly huge chunks of meat which were thrown overboard from the barge.
The crew caught half a dozen of these monsters with large hooks attached to chains. After losing several hooks which were used with heavy woven wire, but which snapped between their serrated teeth like pack-threads, one of the largest of these freshly hooked monsters was drawn close to the chamber to permit the taking of a good view of his leviathan struggles. A portion of the hunch of meat which was used for bait still
protruded from his jaws, and, while he struggled thus, another huge shark swam in view and wrested it from his jaws. He swallowed it at one gulp and seemed infuriated that there was no more. He swerved about like an angry bull, swam away for a few feet ; then turned and, with open jaws, darted like an arrow at the fish still imprisoned by the hook. He snatched at one of the huge fins and tore it to shreds in his razor-like teeth. The imprisoned animal, which had not struggled much at the hook up to now, became infuriated. Appalled at the danger of the man in
FROM LEFT TO RIGHT J. E. WILLIAMSON, CARL L. GREGORY (CAMERAMAN) AND G. M. WILLIAMSON
the chamber, for should one of these huge animals have struck the glass at full tilt it would certainly have been broken and the operator drowned beneath the deluge of tons of water, the men on deck slackened away on the line, and the two huge animals engaged in battle-royal, each plunging toward the other with wide-open mouth, tearing one another at every available point, each bite tearing the flesh and streaming blood; but finally, despite the hook, which still hung to his jaws, the wounded shark beat off the other one.
The ocean is their home, their hunting ground and their battlefield, and to photograph them you must go to them in their own dom a i n. Many stories have been written of handto hand conflicts with man eating sharks ; but when it comes to finding a native diver who will actually go down armed with nothing but a short knife and engage in a single handed combat with one of these brutes, it means considerably more effort than an exercise of a fertile imagination with a pencil and paper. Such a man was at last found, however, and Motion Pictures made of a naked diver meeting one of these kings of the deep in his own element and, with a long, sweeping stroke of his keen knife, disemboweling an immense shark who darts toward him with open mouth, escaping the yawning jaws as a matador dodges a bull and, with one swift thrust of quivering steel, landing a death-stroke in the monster's vitals.