::::::::3e WAVES OF THE SEA ^3"":::: 



The sun sank into a sea smooth as glass, and when 

 its golden path had faded out, a tiny thread of silver 

 was left, — the thin moon-crescent hung even-balanced 

 in the Avestern sky, — and our last night on the 

 water — our first Christmas Eve in the tropics — was 

 one of enchantment. 



^^mm^. 



LIVE NEEDLE FISH 



