their kinds; he knows that some of them have an 

 intelligence surpassing that of many creatures 

 more highly organized than they; he knows that 

 nearly all of them have some details or feature 

 pleasing to observe, and that not a few are among 

 the most beautiful objects in the world. 



There is a great and marvel-fraught field here 

 awaiting the effort of the sympathetic historian. 

 Some day, doubtless, some Homer will give us a 

 real and revealing epic which will awaken the 

 world to a proper appreciation of the wonders of 

 their most amazing lives, to a friendly under- 

 standing of what it has so long regarded with loath- 

 ing and with dread. And this cannot be forthcom- 

 ing too soon. Too long has their praise remained 

 unsung, their story untold; too long have these 

 creatures, whose very comeliness, to say nothing 

 of their ways, is worthy of the best that the genius 

 of the poet and the painter and the essayist can 

 produce, remained without a single gifted friend. 



Ill 



In removing the rock, that gave refuge to Ser- 

 pula, from its place in the tide pool to one of the 

 containers holding our collection, we disturbed a 



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