Whatever the range of its flight, however evasive its trajectory (even up and over the Nautilus), the hapless flying fish always found a dolphin to welcome it with open mouth. These were either flying gurnards or kitelike sea robins, whose lips glowed in the dark, at night scrawling fiery streaks in the air before plunging into the murky waters like so many shooting stars.
Hoe hoog zij zich ook uit zee konden verheffen, welken boog zij ook beschreven, tot zelfs over den Nautilus heen, de ongelukkige visschen vonden den bek van den dolfijn altijd geopend om ze op te vangen.