closer, especially at
low tide, when stranded and taking a nap, they would be surprised to
find how the whale wakes up and heaves ballast.

"Just see the inside arrangements here," and Mr. Tescheron outlined
on the surface of the dead monster the exterior elevation of Jonah's
home. "Just behind this outer covering is a splendid living-room, 6
feet by 4, lighted by the phosphorescent glow of the interior walls.
A whale is full of phosphorus. The ceiling is a little low, but the
ventilation is perfect, without draughts, and the temperature is
about what you would find in Florida in January. The humidity is a
little heavy, so that when the whale runs too far North he may chill
inside and steam like a London fog or a Russian bath, but when Jonah
entered and stayed for three days it was warm weather, and he was
able to see plainly and be quite comfortable, although you may
remember he referred to the place in strong terms when he was praying
to get out. The two rooms adjoining the living-room are also cosy,
you see--hot-water heating system and all--open plumbing. How far did
the whale throw Jonah? About a hundred feet, I should say, and this
lightened his ballast so that he floated again and was able to
reverse his tail motion and back off into deep water."

Through the courtesy of Mr. Tescheron the reporter was able to
arrange with the whale owners to have it opened and the artists of
the Sporting Extra peeked in, and viewed the three-room-and-bath
apartment arranged in a kind of ham-shaped building with accordeon
sides. The artist's recollection of the plan is as follows:

We regret that space will not permit us to present the picture taken
by our imaginative artist showing Jonah in his disguise as a prophet,
reading one of his own sermons at a phosphorescent chandelier. But
the following picture,[A] indicating the camera-like arrangement of
the whale's Jonah suite in the dry-land collapse, with Jonah seated
on a wad of compressed air shooting upstairs and through the
vestibule, presents the Tescheron theory with greater vividness.

Emil Stuffer's father was very proud of his accomplished son. "That boy
of mine," he used to say to Mr. Tescheron, "thinks nothing of starting
out any time, day or night, for a rare bird. He'll just leave a note
here saying he's started, and like as not the next time I hear from him
he's caught a ne