THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE 



float up and down. We know tlmt their feet 

 rest on dark cliffs. From there they creep up 

 to the light like giant worms, interlacing above 

 in the crystal firmament of the ocean surface 

 into swaying loosely joined great rafters from 

 which go down swinging pillars. Suddenly as 

 the sun sends in its cone of rays perpendicu- 

 larly, there shimmers in this primitive forest 

 encircling the worm-like columns of the strange 

 style of architecture marvelously gay colors, — 

 stratified flaming red, shining emerald green, 

 of under sea meadows, golden brown, and azure 

 blue as though the deep had absorbed a piece 

 of heaven. 



We are in the forest of sea weeds. For the 

 first time, as we approach the sun-light, we have 

 come in contact with the second great funda- 

 mental form of life, plants. Within the ocean 

 itself near its illuminated top, these plants meet 

 us in the form of a submarine t>rimitive forest 

 of dimensions reached by no land forest. To 

 be sure plants are the most primitive of created 

 things. They do not nourish themselves like 

 animals from other living creatures. They 

 create their food by their own power, directly 

 out of the earth and air. To accomplish 

 this purpose they have need of an assist- 

 ant that they can not do without. The green 

 cooking pots of the cells, cook only when the 

 distant ccfemical light, the light energy of the 

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