112 THE LOG OF THE SUN 



are formed. While we cannot, of course, follow 

 this development, we can look at our egg every 

 day and at last see the little wiggle heads or polli- 

 wogs (from pol and wiggle) emerge. 



In a few days they develop a fin around the tail, 

 and from now on it is an easy matter to watch 

 the daily growth. There is no greater miracle in 

 the world than to see one of these aquatic, water- 

 breathing, limbless creatures transform before 

 your eyes into a terrestrial, four-legged frog or 

 toad, breathing air like ourselves. The humble 

 polliwog in its development is significant of far 

 more marvellous facts than the caterpillar chang- 

 ing into the butterfly, embodying as it does the 

 deepest poetry and romance of evolution. 



Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, 

 Brings thee, of graceless form in sooth. 



EDGAR FAWCETT. 



