It was not long before I began to realize that it was a question whether my fish supply would hold out until I reached the little harbor in the reef. If it didn’t—well, I felt my hair bristling at the very thought. In order to eke out my rapidly-diminishing catch I cut the remaining fish in two and threw half an auau at a time to my insatiable pursuer.     Despite this expedient, however, my stock was all gone before the harbor was reached, while the attitude of the man-eater was as threatening as ever. Directly the food supply stopped the shark, with uncanny intelligence, apparently realized that he had been duped and that his intended victim was escaping, for he promptly renewed his efforts to swamp the boat, and he came terribly near being successful, for I was getting exhausted from my hard pull, and less able to dodge his rushes. Had there been another quarter of a mile to travel, I believe that the brute would have got the best of me, for when I finally reached a place of safety I was completely played out.     The great fish boldly followed me right into Kepo Harbor until as shallow a depth as ten feet of water was reached. Then, very reluctantly, he retreated seaward.     There were times during the shark’s pursuit when I was well-nigh in despair, for I thought that the monster could surely get me. Since then I have not been fishing in deep water off Honolulu unless in a heavy shore-boat and with company. From— The Pacific Commercial Advertiser. (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands), 28 June 1908. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.