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ing, the slightest idea of the changing, flashing, 
glowing radiance that plays around and upon 
this fish, when fresh from the ocean, is as impos- 
sible as to describe the colours of the Aurora, or 
the phosphorescence of the tropical seas ; it must 
be witnessed to be realised in all its magnifi- 
cence, TFlying-fish are its favourite food, and 
these the dolphins course as greyhounds course 
hares; what is called ‘ flying’ being merely an ex- 
tended leap, aided by the immensely-elongated 
pectoral fins, made in sheer desperation to es- 
cape the voracious sea-hounds so hotly pursuing 
them. 
In reference to these same flying-fish, the 
species washed on board the ‘Parana’ by the 
waves of the turbulent Atlantic, and that found 
their way into the stomach of a dolphin of ter- 
restrial habits, was Lxocetus eailiens. I could 
see nothing of its movements, as the sea simply 
washed it into the sponsons, or left it floundering 
on the deck. Its general appearance was exactly 
like a newly-caught herrimg: the scales, thin and 
rounded, easily detached, and adhered to the 
hand; the back a light steel-blue, with greenish 
reflections, shading into silvery whiteness on the 
sides ; the pectoral fins reached quite to the tail, 
and were shaped like the wings of a swift; the 
