National Geographic : 1962 May
KODACHROMESBY PETER THROCKMORTON(ABOVE) AND HE pet white rabbit named John, which lived in the photographic darkroom and ate water melon rind. The flies became so bad that the drafts men had to work under nets. Minor cuts, kept open by continual immersion in sea water, had to be covered the moment one reached the beach or flies would infect them. One day an unmarked caique sailed close to us at the wreck site. Kasim hailed her. She put on speed, circled us, and went off in si lence. A visit to Finike solved the mystery. A local newspaper had run a story saying the Yankee treasure hunters had salvaged two tons of gold and were still at it! Any dark night now, someone might come to our un guarded site to seek that imaginary gold, and destroy precious archeological evidence. If we did not finish by fall, we might find noth ing next spring. Mandalinci'scompressor blew a valve and 708 the generator burned out. Breakdowns meant work at night. Exhaustion made us careless, and carelessness created more work, more exhaustion, and sometimes danger. Nazif smashed his hand while mooring. Lutfi Gelil's engine was one continual breakdown. After spending all night repair ing it, Kasim went to sleep without checking the lube oil in Mandalinci'smotor. The bear ings burned out. Kemal was so mad that he quit speaking to Kasim. Photographer Greer got caught in the current and a costly under water camera "went to Finike." Then, one afternoon, diver Waldemar Illing appeared on deck, grinned, and showed some thing to George Bass, who shouted and began to dance. We thought he was sun-struck. He held an inch-long, pencil-thick piece of black stone, engraved with wonderful pic tures of a god and two worshipers (page 700). It was a cylinder seal, for sealing clay tablets - perhaps the signature of a Syrian merchant who had been on board.