FOURTH WEEK] 



November 



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jection appears within the field of your lens, and slowly 

 lengthens and broadens, retreating and reappearing, it may 

 be, many times, but finally, after much hesitation, it sud- 

 denly seems to burst into bloom. A narrow body, so 

 deeply red that it is often almost crimson, lifts above the 

 jelly a crescentic disc ornamented with two rows of long 

 tentacles that seem as fine as hairs, and they glisten and 



BRYOZOAX SPORES 



sparkle like lines of crystal as they wave and float and 

 twist the delicate threads beneath your wondering gaze. 

 Then, while you scarcely breathe, for fear the lovely vision 

 will fade, another and another spreads its disc and waves 

 its silvery tentacles, until the whole surface of that ugly 

 jelly mass blooms like a garden in Paradise blooms not 



