National Geographic : 1958 May
728 Acrobatic shrimp, its long antennae arched like butterfly wings, swims on its tail 2,000 feet down in Setubal canyon. Like wind-driven leaves, a cloud of shrimplike euphau siids swirls about the porthole. Such swarms, attracted to the bathyscaphe's searchlights, oc casionally block observations throughout an entire dive. This cloud in the Atlantic off Portugal was the densest the author had ever seen. If there are curious ani mals at the bottom of the sea attracted by our lu minous bathyscaphe, there are others in whom our machine arouses no in terest. Some pass too quickly or too far away, or re main at the limit of the illuminated area, going and coming, seeming to taunt us. The atmos phere in the bathyscaphe at such times becomes ex plosive: "What's it doing?" "It is coming nearer, it comes nearer.. .. No! It is going away again.... Ah!" "Well, what does it look like?" "I can't see well enough. ... .There, it is burying itself in the mud: I can see only its tail .. .There it is again...." We try every possible means to attract it, yells, calls, but all in vain. A little spotted dogfish thus showed his contempt for us off Lisbon. He re mained motionless seven or eight yards from us, atop a little mound, the tail turned toward us. Too far, unfortunately, to be photographed. Sensible people to whom I reported this mischance said to me, "But you have motors!"