BENEATH TROPIC SEAS 



You find that you have been down forty minutes 

 and another impatient adventurer is waiting to 

 take your place. You had planned to tell the 

 others all about it, but you suddenly find yourself 

 wordless. You exclaim something bromidic which 

 sounds like Marvellous ! . Great ! Wonderful ! then 

 relapse futilely into silence and look helplessly 

 into the distance where the emerald waves still 

 break and the palms wave as if fairyland had not 

 intervened in your life since you saw them last. 



All I ask of each reader is this, — Don't die with- 

 out having borrowed, stolen, purchased or made a 

 helmet of sorts, to glimpse for yourself this new 

 world. Books, aquaria and glass-bottomed boats 

 are, to such an experience, only what a time-table 

 is to an actual tour, or what a dried, dusty bit of 

 coral in the what-not of the best parlor is to this 

 unsuspected realm of gorgeous life and color exist- 

 ing with us today on the self -same planet Earths 



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