34 A ]\[ANUAL 



and there is what the Devonshire people call " a 

 fleet," that is an incline down which the water 

 trickles gently to its level. Further on a barrier of 

 rock and shingle forms a large and shallow pool. 



It is very beautiful, perfectly clear and transparent, 

 mirroring every cloud- shadow, and reflecting the 

 glare of the sun, so that at first we can see little but 

 its wind-ruffled surface. The dense, pink-hued 

 coralline-tufts line its margin, then the delicately- 

 lobed, waving foliage of the green laver, and beyond 

 the dark crisp thickets of the Carrageen moss, whose 

 every branch hurls back a changeful, manj^-tinted 

 rainbow of light. Here at the verge of the pool we 

 find a noble prey, "the waxen -armed Anthea," 

 Anthea cereus, or, as he is unpolitely surnamed in 

 these parts, " Legs :" his body is of an olive-green 

 hue, and thence depend a forest of long, waving, 

 snake-like green tentacles, with bright purple tips. 

 Next to him is another variety, slate - coloured 

 throughout, and some day we may be fortunate 

 enough to meet with a specimen which shall be 

 white as the fallen snow. This Anthea is generally 

 found in shallow, sunny pools, and quite close to the 

 water's edge, so that he too is fond of air, though 

 not as much so as his neighbour, the "common" 

 anemone. 



Still lower, here under the shadow of an over- 

 hanging rock, is a sheltered corner, and a bed of fine 

 shingle just covered with water, and a sight which 



