Through the glasses we could see several birds which had flown too near and their bodies were floating along in the water. Once we saw a poor sea lion throw himself straight up into the air five times and then flop down dead right near the terrible stream. A great big octopus floated by, just about dead. And we watched a whole wave so full of fish it looked black, swimming as fast as they possibly could straight out to the cold water. Once too, we saw a shark in a kind of daze, swimming along, and probably not knowing why the water was so suddenly growing hotter and hotter. Shorty took some fine pictures of the whole thing, the smoke spurting up in the air, the pieces of rock crunching off and exploding into the water, and the great streams of melted rock. The last thing at night when we left, we saw six big outlets or hot glowing spouts dimmer and dimmer as we turned eastward. Next morning we left the Galápagos Islands for Panama. (A Little Song Written by Don Dickerman for David’s Birthday Party) SONG TO DAVIE PUTNAM Oh, his name was Davie Putnam, And the youngest man aboard, In truth we guessed they shipped him for a lark. Didn’t need no powder monkey, Guests we couldn’t quite afford, But he sailed with William Beebe on the Ark. Oh, we took this Davie Putnam, And we sailed away I say, To those desert islands cruel, bleak and stark. There we captured giant lizards, Sharks and tortoise in the bay, As we sailed with William Beebe in the Ark. And this little Davie Putnam, Who was only twelve y’see, With his mates t’home a’friskin’ in the park, Steps out with all his olders, Hunts and fishes with the best, As he sailed with William Beebe in the Ark. So this little Davie Putnam, Smallest man aboard the ship, As the topmost fightin’ pirate makes his mark; And besides we liked his spirit And his many a merry quip, As we sailed with William Beebe on the Ark.