One has been caught which was thirty-seven feet long.

It has a hard skin, is grayish-brown above and whitish on the under side.

It has a large head and a big wide mouth armed with a terrible apparatus of teeth--six rows in the upper jaw, and four in the lower." "Did you ever see one, papa ?" asked Grace, shuddering.
"Yes, many a one.

They will often follow a ship to feed on any animal matter that may be thrown or fall overboard, and have not unfrequently followed mine, to the no small disturbance of the sailors, who have a superstitious belief that it augurs a death on board during the voyage." "Do you believe it, captain ?" queried little Walter.
"No, my boy, certainly not; how should a fish know what is about to happen?
Do you think God would give them a knowledge of the future which He conceals from men?
No, it is a very foolish idea which only an ignorant, superstitious person could for a moment entertain.

Sharks follow the ships simply because of what is occasionally thrown into the water.