STUBBY RELATES HIS EXPERIENCE WITH SEALS
Stubby looked only as big as a minute as he mounted the rock to recount
his experience.
“The most thrilling and exciting adventure I had while we were in
California was at the Catalina Islands, where we went to ride in the
glass-bottomed rowboats they have there so people may see the bottom
of the ocean and get a peek at the sea feathers, coral, flowers and
fish. What one sees through the clear water is most beautiful. Little
hills and hollows of the purest yellow or white sand, with long, dull
pink swaying plants resembling ostrich plumes growing out of it. Next
to them there may be bright yellow fan-shaped plants around the roots
of which is white and pink coral exactly the shape of a man’s brains,
or else in the form of sprays. And from these same mounds of glistening
golden sand will bloom the delicate waxy sea anemones. Oh, it is most
enchanting, and one expects to see a mermaid glide through this sea
garden along with the gold, blue and silver fish that swim among these
plants as our birds fly through our trees.
“Then if one wishes to row out about a mile where the water is so deep
the bottom cannot be seen, they find the shoals of bluefish. That is a
wonderful treat, for here they will see hundreds of young bluefish from
six to twelve inches long, all facing in the same direction, apparently
resting on the long-stemmed plants that grow up from the bottom of the
ocean and have little yellow balloons on the stems to keep them from
falling back. This is one of the feeding places of the bluefish where
they stay when the tide is running out and eat the particles of sea
food it washes out to them. All the fish face one way, there being
tiers of fish, one on top of the other, with only a few inches between
each tier as far down in the ocean as one can see.
“The queerest part of it is that they keep their fins moving in and out
but do not move or swim about at all. They are as blue as the bluest
sky you ever saw and they make a wonderfully beautiful picture.
“As one approaches these bluefish banks, as they are called, the
reflection of their color makes the water above them turn a dark shade
so the fishermen can tell by the color of the water where they are
feeding.
“You will say there is nothing thrilling about this peaceful scene,”
said Stubby. “But wait! I am coming to that. I just had to tell you
about this most exquisite sight.
“Well, when we came back from our ride in the little rowboat, a man
on the dock was calling out, ‘Right this way for the glass-bottomed
steamer that takes you to the Seal Rocks! You see the seals at home and
the way they live. All the way there you can gaze through the glass
bottom and see the wonderful Sea Garden. At a point where it is most
beautiful a man in a diver’s suit will enter the water and bring to you
any flower or shell you may wish. Starting in ten minutes, returning
in one hour for the small price of one dollar. Don’t miss seeing this
wonder garden of the deep!’
“It all sounded good to me, so I went on board and prepared to gaze
at the same beauties I had seen in the rowboat, but when we started I
was very much disappointed to see instead of the exquisitely colored
fish, flowers and swaying plants just a few unattractive shells, and
no flowers or feathers at all. And when the diver went overboard there
was nothing attractive for him to get to bring back. I heard one of
the passengers say that he had taken this trip years ago and that then
there were sea feathers and plants and coral but that all the years
people had been carrying them away until now scarcely anything was
left. What we did see were put there from time to time, so the diver
could have something to bring the people, charging twenty-five cents
for each piece he brought. So I stopped gazing through the glass bottom
and went to the side of the boat where I could watch the antics of a
mother seal and two or three others. The boat seemed to make them very
angry, and the mother seal appeared to be trying to stop it or frighten
it away, for she kept up a constant crying and approached nearer and
nearer the boat as if she wished to bite it.
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“I heard the captain tell a lady the seal made such a fuss because she
was trying to frighten the boat so it would not go to her home on Seal
Rock; that possibly she had a baby there that she had left behind while
she went out to look for food.
“When we round that point you see ahead, you will hear the most awful
racket set up for all the seals will begin to bark. The males will dive
and leap out of the water and come toward us, swimming round and round
the ship and under us all the time we are at the Rocks, for this is
where they live and breed. Do you see that big, dark object on the top
of that large rock projecting out into the sea? Well, watch it closely
and you will see it is a seal. He is their leader and he always stays
out there where he can catch the first glimpse of any intruder and give
the alarm. He is by far the oldest and largest seal in these waters.
There are now many young seals on the island, which makes him more
fierce than usual for the male seals look after their families well and
try to protect them from all danger.
“‘There, he has spied us and given alarm! When we turn that point of
land he is on we will be facing a curved rocky beach and on those rocks
you will see hundreds and hundreds of seals of all ages and colors, for
the baby seals are cream colored, while the older seals have dark brown
coats.’
“True to all the captain said, the moment we rounded the point, one
would have thought bedlam had been turned loose, for every seal was
barking--the old seals loudly and fiercely, the baby seals with mere
squeaks.
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“I left the captain and went to the side of the ship to watch the
seals slip off the high rocks into the water and come toward us with
that peculiar gliding motion seals alone have. In a few minutes there
were hundreds of them around our boat. I was standing by a little
eight-year-old boy, my fore paws on the rail of the boat, when, horror
of horrors! I felt him give me a push and into that seething mass of
angry seals I went head first. I thought my time had come, and that I
would be eaten alive, the seals looked so fierce. They swam under me,
tossing me three or four feet up in the air. They swam over me, sending
me almost to the very bottom of the ocean. Then again they would swim
around me, twirling me around so fast it made my head swim. Every
minute I expected to have them bite me. When I came to the surface
after one of those times when they had pushed me down to the bottom,
I heard the boat’s whistle tooting like mad and I realized that the
captain was doing it to frighten the seals away. It served the purpose,
too, for it did that very thing, every one of the seals quickly making
for the shore. As soon as they had left me, I swam toward the boat and
the captain lowered a bushel basket tied to a rope for me to crawl in,
which I did and then a sailor pulled me quickly to the deck. Since
that day I have never wanted to see a seal and when I chance to walk
through a park and hear them barking, it makes the cold shivers run
up and down my spine to think what I endured while those seals were
surrounding me.”
Stubby’s experience pleased the crowd greatly, and they showed their
appreciation by stamping their feet on the ground and bellowing,
grunting, barking, meowing, baaing and bleating.
Amidst this applause Stubby left the platform.