They tried then to haul it on board, but its weight was so considerable that the tightness of the cord separated the tail from the body, and, deprived of this ornament, he disappeared under the water.” “Indeed! is that a fact?” “An indisputable fact, my good Ned. They proposed to name this poulp ‘Bouguer’s cuttlefish.’” “What length was it?” asked the Canadian. “Did it not measure about six yards?” said Conseil, who, posted at the window, was examining again the irregular windings of the cliff. “Precisely,” I replied. “Its head,” rejoined Conseil, “was it not crowned with eight tentacles, that beat the water like a nest of serpents?” “Precisely.” “Had not its eyes, placed at the back of its head, considerable development?” “Yes, Conseil.” “And was not its mouth like a parrot’s beak?” “Exactly, Conseil.” “Very well! no offence to master,” he replied, quietly; “if this is not Bouguer’s cuttlefish, it is, at least, one of its brothers.” I looked at Conseil. Ned Land hurried to the window. “What a horrible beast!” he cried. I looked in my turn, and could not repress a gesture of disgust. Before my eyes was a horrible monster worthy to figure in the legends of the marvellous. It was an immense cuttlefish, being eight yards long. It swam crossways in the direction of the Nautilus with great speed, watching us with its enormous staring green eyes.