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as they broke across the track. I arrived at my friend Barclay's 

 at about 1.30 a.m. He lived about a quarter of a mile from the 

 beach ; and as we drove along I could hear what I took to be the 

 surf breaking on rocks, and promised myself good sport. Too 

 tired and excited to sleep, I got up at about 5 a.m. and strolled 

 across to the water's edge, and found in place of recks a long 

 strip of sand}^ beach with a broken roll tumbling in on the sand. 

 Strolled along for a few miles, then back to breakfast, and then 

 down again for a stroll in the other direction. By this time 

 (8 a.m.) the tide was beginning to ebb, and I found along the 

 ripple edge what I took at first to be seaweed spore, got my glass 

 out and found it to be this foram. I had nothing on me to 

 collect with as I was only prospecting ; but searched the cliff, and 

 ultimately found a piec3 of cuttlefish bone, and by scraping this 

 out I gathered about a teaspoonful, and could have got pints. 

 In places it was four or five inches wide, and extended for quite 

 a quarter of a mile. I did not trouble about taking a quantity, 

 as I merely took this to show my friend B., who was out hay- 

 making. He had never seen it before, but thought it common ; 

 so I took it up to the house, and went down the following 

 morning prepared to gather a quantity, but from that day to 

 this have never seen a sign of it. Have been down to Barclay's 

 several times at about the same time of the year, and at different 

 seasons, but have never seen this form again. It taught me a 

 lesson, and I have now always something at hand to collect in, 

 as I have several times since seen the same sort of thing with 

 shells. One year (about nine years ago) our beautiful Ch'ione 

 lamellata came up in hundreds. I secured for friends two hundred 

 and forty living specimens in one trip ; since then I have had 

 solitary ones, and some seasons not even that. Another time an 

 Akei'a came ashore in such enormous quantities that the beach 

 literally stank, and you could have loaded a dray. No more 

 since. 



" Corny Point is the extreme west south-west point of Hard- 

 wicke Bay, a deep horseshoe-shaped indentation on the west shore 

 of the Yorke peninsula. The bay extends for about eighty miles, 

 and is more or less sandy along the whole length and shallow, the 

 five-fathom line ranging about one and a half miles from the 

 beach ; in fact, I do not think any part of the bay exceeds seven 

 fathoms. The bottom in patches is densely covered with a growth 



