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Sam F
09-25-2002, 12:13 PM
From a letter written to a poet concerning dolphin behavior toward humans:
"I HAVE met with a story, which, although authenticated by undoubted evidence, looks very like fable, and would afford a worthy field for the exercise of so exuberant, lofty, and truly poetical a genius as your own. It was related to me the other day over the dinner table, where the conversation happened to run upon various kinds of marvels. The person who told the story was a man of unsuspected veracity:—but what has a poet to do with truth? However, you might venture to rely upon his testimony, even though you had the character of a faithful historian to support. There is in Africa a town called Hippo, situated not far from the seacoast: it stands upon a navigable lake communicating with an estuary in the form of a river, which alternately flows into the lake, or into the ocean, according to the ebb and flow of the tide. People of all ages amuse themselves here with fishing, sailing, or swimming; especially boys, whom love of play brings to the spot. With these it is a fine and manly achievement to be able to swim the farthest; and he that leaves the shore and his companions at the greatest distance gains the victory. It happened, in one of these trials of skill, that a certain boy, bolder than the rest, launched out towards the opposite shore. He was met by a dolphin, who sometimes swam before him, and sometimes behind him, then played round him, and at last took him upon his back, and set him down, and afterwards took him again; and thus he carried the poor frightened fellow out into the deepest part; when immediately he turns back again to the shore, and lands him among his companions. The fame of this remarkable accident spread through the town, and crowds of people flocked round the boy (whom they viewed as a kind of prodigy) to ask him questions and hear him relate the story. The next day the shore was thronged with spectators, all attentively watching the ocean, and (what indeed is almost itself an ocean) the lake. Meanwhile the boys swam as usual, and among the rest, the boy I am speaking of went into the lake, but with more caution than before. The dolphin appeared again and came to the boy, who, together with his companions, swam away with the utmost precipitation. The dolphin, as though to invite and call them back, leaped and dived up and down, in a series of circular movements. This he practised the next day, the day after, and for several days together, till the people (accustomed from their infancy to the sea) began to be ashamed of their timidity. They ventured, therefore, to advance nearer, playing with him and calling him to them, while he, in return, suffered himself to be touched and stroked. Use rendered them courageous. The boy, in particular, who first made the experiment, swam by the side of him, and leaping upon his back, was carried backwards and forwards in that manner, and thought the dolphin knew him and was fond of him, while he too had grown fond of the dolphin. There seemed now, indeed, to be no fear on either side, the confidence of the one and tameness of the other mutually increasing; the rest of the boys, in the meanwhile surrounding and encouraging their companion. It is very remarkable that this dolphin was followed by a second, which seemed only as a spectator and attendant on the former; for he did not at all submit to the same familiarities as the first, but only escorted him backwards and forwards, as the boys did their comrade. But what is further surprising, and no less true than what I have already related, is that this dolphin, who thus played with the boys and carried them upon his back, would come upon the shore, dry himself in the sand, and, as soon as he grew warm, roll back into the sea. It is a fact that [the], deputy governor of the province, actuated by an absurd piece of superstition, poured some ointment over him as he lay on the shore: the novelty and smell of which made him retire into the ocean, and it was not till several days after that he was seen again, when he appeared dull and languid; however, he recovered his strength and continued his usual playful tricks. All the magistrates round flocked hither to view this sight, whose arrival and prolonged stay, was an additional expense, which the slender finances of this little community would ill afford; besides, the quiet and retirement of the place was utterly destroyed. It was thought proper, therefore, to remove the occasion of this concourse, by privately killing the poor dolphin. And now, with what a flow of tenderness will you describe this affecting catastrophe! and how will your genius adorn and heighten this moving story! Though, indeed the subject does not require any fictitious embellishments; it will be sufficient to describe the actual facts of the case without suppression or diminution. Farewell"

A sad but interesting story isn't it? I first read it many years ago and recently ran across it again and thought it worth sharing. I have removed the deputy governor's name because it might be too much of a clue. Can anyone guess by whom and roughly when this letter was written?

John of Phoenix
09-25-2002, 01:20 PM
Oh, too sad. I've had some great encounters with dolphins, but nothing as spectacular as described in the story.

As to your question, it has the feel of a New England author in the late 1800’s. Just a wild guess.

Donn
09-25-2002, 01:28 PM
Pliny the Younger (A.D. 62?–c.A.D. 113).

Sam F
09-25-2002, 01:38 PM
Originally posted by LOON:
Pliny the Younger (A.D. 62?–c.A.D. 113).That is correct.

Wild Dingo
09-25-2002, 01:57 PM
Great story Sam! :cool: And wow written that long ago??? whew! excellent!

I too have enjoyed the company of dolphins on numerous occasions around the Shark Bay Monkey Mia region of West Aussie and believe them to be one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet... acourse that was prior to mans interaction with them and consequential tourism ventures based entirely on them... much of the spontinaety {sp?} has gone from the pod that live in the area and many of them actually no longer live in or visit the bay... just a mere handful and said to be less than half of the actual pod... absolutely beautiful creatures... and sad is the story when man decides to destroy them because it affects his lifestyle... nothin much changes even after all these years since he wrote that piece :(

Take it easy
Shane

John of Phoenix
09-25-2002, 02:19 PM
I did say it was a wild guess. redface.gif Donn continues to amaze.

Donn
09-25-2002, 02:36 PM
John...a simple Google search on "I have met with a story"

Sam F
09-25-2002, 02:38 PM
Originally posted by John Teetsel:
Oh, too sad. I've had some great encounters with dolphins, but nothing as spectacular as described in the story.

As to your question, it has the feel of a New England author in the late 1800’s. Just a wild guess.John, it was perhaps a wild guess but not really so far wrong. One of the things that struck me when I first read Pliny's letters is both how alien and modern they could be. There is really very little except the deputy governor's name, Octavius Avitus, that would lead you to guess that the letter was Roman and around 2000 years old.
The whole text can be read on-line at:
http://www.bartleby.com/9/4/
There is quite a treasure trove of information there including the only surviving eyewitness account of the Vesuvius eruption that buried Pompeii. It's in two letters to Tacitus.
In addition there is a series of letters from emperor Trajan to Pliny which give a gimpse of both the Roman government's workings and Trajan's personality.

Bayboat
10-14-2002, 02:26 AM
Right. John's "wild guess" was not all that wild. The translator and the reviser may well have been New Englanders, since many of them have contributed to the Harvard Classics. And the timing is not all that far off. So, credit to John for having the right "feel" for how the text reads.

Many of those old writings have the feel of modernity. In Plato's Critias there is a passage describing the destruction of Attica's (Greece's) environment in times past, i.e., before about 450 BC. The translation reads like a chapter in a modern textbook on environmental damage.