Jack went shark fishing today, and they got a shark. They went out in a gasoline launch and towed something dead for bait, and then, when the shark came close enough, they harpooned him. I won't say how long he was, for I didn't see him, and I don't like to give figures on hearsay evidence. Jack thought he had a fine time.
I spent the day writing letters and sorting the shells I found at Koko Crater and sending some little boxes of them to the folks back home. There's another boat out tomorrow.
This evening we took the trolley and went out to see Moanalua by moonlight. It is a perfect dreamland of beauty. No one ever painted anything half so lovely as the palm silhouettes against the sky, and the gloss of the moonlight on the cocoanut leaves. It was light enough to read ordinary print, if you strained your eyes a little.
Saw my first lunar rainbow. It was much more brilliant than I expected.
