quire that I spend a portion of my time in bed; 

 but before turning in to sleep, I begin to arrange 

 things for the morrow. In putting away my pretty 

 plaything (for certainly I have ceased to regard it 

 as related in any way to work) , I take a last look 

 at its pleasing profile; then my eye roves round 

 the room and catches sight of something on the 

 opposite side. It is my weathered camera case; on 

 the frayed and time-worn canvas covering is the 

 faded counterpart of the sea-horse, my personal 

 device, long since adopted and stenciled on this 

 and other various pieces of the paraphernalia of 

 my trade, adopted in truth before I had come actu- 

 ally to give special attention to animals which are 

 strictly marine . . . 



Yes, I am more than ever convinced that I have 

 reached the right conclusion in my contemplative 

 pastime; verily Hippocampus stands alone — not 

 without reason have the delightful and decorative 

 lines of its form become familiar to the least of 

 mankind as emblematic of its habitat, become by 

 common favor the accepted and universal symbol 

 of the sea . . . 



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