“Here it is—­and with it these buttons and a memorandum book that belonged to the man the shark swallowed.  Swallowed him in the Thames, without a doubt; for you will notice that the last entry in the book is dated ‘London,’ and is of the same date as the Times, and says, ’Ber confequentz der Kreigeseflarun, reife ich heute nach Deutchland ab, aur bak ich mein leben auf dem Ultar meines Landes legen mag’——­, as clean native German as anybody can put upon paper, and means that in consequence of the declaration of war, this loyal soul is leaving for home to-day, to fight.  And he did leave, too, but the shark had him before the day was done, poor fellow.”

“And a pity, too.  But there are times for mourning, and we will attend to this case further on; other matters are pressing, now.  I will go down and set the machinery in motion in a quiet way and buy the crop.  It will cheer the drooping spirits of the boys, in a transitory way.  Everything is transitory in this world.  Sixty days hence, when they are called to deliver the goods, they will think they’ve been struck by lightning.  But there is a time for mourning, and we will attend to that case along with the other one.  Come along, I’ll take you to my tailor.  What did you say your name is?”

“Cecil Rhodes.”

“It is hard to remember.  However, I think you will make it easier by and by, if you live.  There are three kinds of people—­Commonplace Men, Remarkable Men, and Lunatics.  I’ll classify you with the Remarkables, and take the chances.”

The deal went through, and secured to the young stranger the first fortune he ever pocketed.

The people of Sydney ought to be afraid of the sharks, but for some reason they do not seem to be.  On Saturdays the young men go out in their boats, and sometimes the water is fairly covered with the little sails.  A boat upsets now and then, by accident, a result of tumultuous skylarking; sometimes the boys upset their boat for fun—­such as it is with sharks visibly waiting around for just such an occurrence.  The young fellows scramble aboard whole—­sometimes—­not always.  Tragedies have happened more than once.  While I was in Sydney it was reported that a boy fell out of a boat in the mouth of the Paramatta river and screamed for help and a boy jumped overboard from another boat to save him from the assembling sharks; but the sharks made swift work with the lives of both.

The government pays a bounty for the shark; to get the bounty the fishermen bait the hook or the seine with agreeable mutton; the news spreads and the sharks come from all over the Pacific Ocean to get the free board.  In time the shark culture will be one of the most successful things in the colony.

CHAPTER XIV.

We can secure other people’s approval, if we do right and try hard; but our own is worth a hundred of it, and no way has been found out of securing that. 
                                  —­Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar.