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June 



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tacles! These trail behind in eight bunches and form a 

 living, tangled labyrinth as deadly as the hair of the fabled 

 Medusa whose name indeed has been so appropriately 

 applied to this division of animals. The touch of each 

 tentacle to the skin is like a lash of nettle, and there would 

 be little hope for a diver whose path crossed such a fiery 

 tangle. The untold myriads of little darts which are shot 

 out secrete a poison which is terribly irritating. 



HEAD OF SQUID. 



On the crevice bottoms a sight now and then meets 

 my eyes which brings the " devil-fish " of Victor Hugo's 

 romance vividly to mind, a misshapen squid making its 

 way snakily over the shells and seaweed. Its large eyes 

 gaze fixedly around and the arms reach alternately for- 



