Being a songwriter myself, I had an intense interest in this story that appears in Ashley B. Saunder's book "The History Of Bimini" New World Press. What follows is an interview he conducted with Nathaniel Saunders on September 25, 1980.

Q.: What can you tell us about Ernest Hemingway?

N.S.: Papa Hemingway was a kind hearted man, but he used to like to fight. He like action all the time.

Q.: Did he stir up any fights?

N.S.: No, he never stir up none. He always like to see boxing going on. This is it. He don't want nobody to hurt each other, and he don't want anybody to take advantage of anybody. Have a good time and go on.

Q.: But suppose someone else wanted to start a fight?

N.S.: Well, then Papa Hemingway would fight the fella. The fella that want to fight,well let Papa Hemingway fight him.

Q.: If someone start a fight in a bar and Ernest Hemingway was not around would you or someone else go and call him.

N.S.: Yeah man. He use to tell me whenever any fight or anything start come on up there by the Compleat Angler and call him and let him come down. One night we was playing aboard a yacht and a fella started a fight. He fired off a pistol and wanted to be bad and so forth like that. So I went up to the Compleat Angler and called Papa Hemingway. He say, "Who's there?" I say, this me, I say, "A fella down by the the dock wants to fight." So when Papa Hemingway got there he said, "Who is it here wants to fight?" And you couldn't hear a pin drop. You couldn't hear a sound. As much loud mouth as this guy had. You couldn't hear a sound. Nobody say nothing because that was Papa Hemingway.

Q.: Did Ernest Hemingway inspire you to write any songs?

N.S.: Yeah, I wrote a song call the 'Big Fat Slob'. There was this very rich man by the name of Mr. Knapp. It was on the Government Dock. Papa Hemingway was there with his native straw hat on. So Papa Hemingway say something ordinarily. No harsh words. So Mr. Knapp called Mr. Hemingway a 'Big fat slob". And Mr. Hemingway ball his fist and pow! Hit him and put him to sleep. All of that is in the song:

Mr. Knapp call Mr Hemingway a big fat slob, Mr. Hemingway ball his fist and gave him a knob. Boy, Papa Hemingway use to like me for that song.