G8 GLAUCUS ; OK, 



would have no time for word-inventing. And we 

 verily suspect that the names grow, like other 

 things ; at least, they get longer and longer and 

 more jaw-breaking every year.) The little 

 bivalve, however, finding itself left by the tide, 

 has wisely shut up its siphons, and, by means of 

 its foot and its edges, buried itself in a comfort- 

 able bath of cool wet sand, till the sea shall come 

 back, and make it safe to crawl and lounge about 

 on the surface, smoking the sea-water instead of 

 tobacco. Neither is that lump what we seek. 

 Touch it, and out poke a pair of astonished and 

 inquiring horns and a little sharp muzzle : it is a 

 long-armed crab, who saw us coming, and wisely 

 shovelled himself into the sand by means of his 

 nether-end. Neither is that ; though it might 

 be the hole down which what we seek has van- 

 ished : but that burrow contains one of the long 

 white razors which you saw cast on shore at 

 Paignton. The boys close by are boring for them 

 with iron rods armed with a screw, and taking 

 them in to sell in Torquay market, as excellent 

 food. But there is one, at last ! — a gray disc 

 pouting up through the sand. Touch it, and it is 

 gone down, quick as light. We must dig it out, 

 and carefully, for it is a delicate monster. At last, 



