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ing but the fact of its red color is discernible. 
But when we bring our magnifying-glass to bear 
upon it, its diminutive size is forgotten, while its 
shape is now perfectly familiar to us ail a lob- 
ster! a veritable live young lobster, and what is 
even more strange, a live boiled lobster at that ! 
No, it must be a crab lobster, for was ever the 
liveliest lobster in its greenest stages half so spry 
as this warlike midge, whose free, upraised, open 
claws threaten to nip our fingers off as we hold 
the lens above him. But nag and prod him as 
we will, no provocation will induce him to loosen 
his grip on his means of transport. 
For how many days, I wonder, has he been on 
this particular flying trip ? How many miles has 
he travelled, and what varied experiences has he 
survived ! How many are the lumps of sugar, the 
drops of molasses, the slices of bread, and pats of 
butter over which he has been trailed, to say 
nothing of puddles of fresh ink ! And then 
think of the many hours in which, from his pres- 
ent position, he must have conspicuously figured 
at that toe - twisting toilet of his host ! Fancy 
brushing your coat and combing your hair with a 
live boiled lobster ! 
But pollen grains are not pumpkins and foot- 
balls and tea-boxes, as the microscope would have 
us believe ; nor does the drop of water contain 
a herd of strange elephants. Can it be possible 
