up the wildest sight of tossing waters and a beach all strewn with trees and litter of seaweed. As I thought, the dead river was alive and roaring into the seas through a broad channel cut deep into the sand. I went down to the beach and watched the flood pour out, while the spray from the waves druv stinging against my face. I tell you, it was a sight to stand and watch, not heeding the wind or the wet--and the savageness of it gripped hold of me. Bymby I crept along the beach, in and out the piled masses o' rubbish--finding a many dead birds and sich things--then about noon I was back ag'in at the river--where the incoming tide, all red with the wash from the land, was rolling back the river water and damming up the channel ag'in with tons of sand and seaweed. I made a fire under the shelter of the wood and cooked a fat duck I picked up, and when I finished him off I dried myself by the fire while I watched the river. Jes' then I seed something in the river that made me jump behind a tree--the black fin of the biggest shark you ever seed, standing out maybe a yard high--and raking back maybe twelve feet--with spikes all along. `Lord luv me!' thinks I; `what in thunder's that?' And I let drive with both barrels, and the thing darted off with a rush that sent a wave up both sides of the banks among the trees--and far up the river I seed the sun shine on the curve of his body as he turned to come down--and I cut my stick. When I got home I set to and bent a fish-hook outen a steel stable rake--lashing on a line of buffalo rheims. I went back, baited the hook with a sea-bird that I had picked up, and let it run out, taking a bend round the tree with the rheim. The crittur I reckoned was still there--for why, he couldn't get out by reason of the silting up of the channel--though I could see no sign of him--and he paid no heed to the bait. Well, I were getting tired, when I noticed some cattle at the bend on the other side, where there's a bit of the flat with a `salt lick'--that's a favourite place for them, by reason of the salt in the soil. They were jest capering around with their tails up, then standing to stare at something in the river, with a ole black bull nearer than the rest, pawing at the ground. I could tell there was some crittur there that they didn't like--maybe a tiger--but I could see nix beyond a rock or tree stump. As I watched, wondering what could ha' disturbed them, the ole bull shook his head, then fetched a deep beller and rolled on a few yards--while the cows and young stock behind came together in a bunch. Then the bull stood ag'in--pawing the wet ground--and Lord sakes!--jes' then that rock riz out of the river." "What's that?"