National Geographic : 1961 Jun
gesture. "But that isn't what counts, and it never did. What matters is, white or black, that whale ran more than 80 barrel of oil!" Gay Headers are like that. Six miles south across the water from Amos Smalley's house lies a barren dot of land with the romantic name of No Mans Land (page 801). This is a misnomer, for the satellite island, technically a part of Chilmark, has been almost continually in habited since Vineyard history began. The name - pronounced "Nomuns" by Vine yarders -is probably an abbreviation of "Tequenoman's Land," Tequenoman hav ing been an Algonquian sachem, or chief. No Mans once was a codfishing station. Later it became a base for pilots who guid ed returning whalers into Edgartown or Nantucket. In World War II, the U. S. Navy leased No Mans as a bombing range and eventually bought it. Vineyarders have mixed feelings about No Mans: pride that it serves in the Na tion's defense; indignation that it is closed to the public, meaning Vineyarders. The Navy generously let me visit No 805 Armor-plated menagerie enthralls young visitors to the Massachusetts State Lobster Hatchery at Oak Bluffs. Biologist John Hughes shows his guests how the female lobster carries eggs on her abdomen. The hatchery rears some 250,000 lobsters each year, using some for research and others for restocking Massachusetts coastal waters. Young lobsters reveal the growth stage at four months and one year. Hatchery diet and lack of sunlight may cause their abnormal blue coloration.