MY FRIENDS POMONA AND CERES. 



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In one of my tramps along the beach beyond the 

 northern promontory, one evening, I came upon a 

 great turtle dragging itself up the sands. Carefully 

 watching, I saw it dig a hole in the sand and there 

 deposit a number of eggs — about forty, as I soon dis- 

 covered. It was near dark when the turtle had com- 

 pleted this labor, and taking advantage of the ob- 



Pineapple plants. 



scurity I stole upon and soon had turned it over on 

 the sand, where I left it till the morning. When I 

 returned for my prize, however, it had recovered its 

 legs and departed. 



This was in contradiction to what I had always 

 believed time of the ways of the sea turtle, for I had 

 thought that once on their backs, there they would 



