WATER'S-EDGE IN HAITI 



five of these uncomfortable, unreasonable little 

 beings could line up upon a pin's length. 



Our infant crab lives the simple life, in fact it is 

 the simple life even to its name, Zoea, which in 

 Greek means Life. The whole object of Zoea 

 for many weeks is to row itself furiously along, 

 onward and upward as near the surface and light 

 as possible, and to clutch at creatures still smaller 

 and devour them. It kicks itself along through a 

 whole world of infantile life — all at the mercy of 

 waves and tides and currents. There are sea- 

 worms, sea-urchins, snails, jelly and starfish, moss- 

 animals, sea-eggs, larval fish and lobsters — all 

 youthful, free-swimming, boiling with futile energy, 

 kicking, snapping, wriggling and flapping their way 

 through the water in preparation for the time when 

 age shall force most of them to settle down to a life 

 of crawling, creeping, winding or even vegetative 

 existence on the bottom of the sea. 



With and about and around all these tiny 

 creatures drifts still another world of life — billions 

 upon billions of one-celled animals and plants. 

 And were we of sufficient lack of stature to observe 

 these adequately, we would be hard put to it 

 often to tell which was plant and which animal; 

 such easy marks of difference as green coloring 

 matter and lack of movement are meaningless here. 

 We are in a strange cosmos where no second glance 

 would be given to a geranium with wings or a 

 puppy with roots. This third world furnishes 

 an abundance of nourishment for the second which 



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