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Pine. This burns up with a crackling sound and flares 

 like a torch. The light penetrates far down into the 

 sea, while the sky above appears to remain quite black. 

 We were gliding over rocks on which marine algae 

 formed veritable fair-\' gardens. Here there were broad 

 leaves united into rosettes, there long, streaming ribbons, 

 like flowing hair ; and there again roundish forms like 



r~ V mussels. While, in be- 

 ^ tween, bright sea ane- 

 mones with radiating 

 tentacles, red starfish 

 with outstretched 

 arms, and prickh' sea ur- 

 chins seemed 

 to form the 

 dark spots 

 on a bright 

 carpet. .Small 

 lish fled in ter- 

 ror on all sides; the 

 larger ones followed 

 / our boat in shoals, as 

 though fascinated h\ the 

 light. One of the fish- 

 ermen stands in the 

 bow of the vessel and 

 > looks down into the 

 ' a tliree-pronged harpoon 

 h\ a long cord and 

 ready to be thrown. Now t% he pours a few drops 



Glauciuin lutenin. 



r/ water. He holds 

 in his hand, fastened 



