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force-pumps, hose, chloride of lime packets, white-wash 
pails, or brushes, but were every man his own instrument ; 
and to save expense of transit, just grew on Squinado's 
back. . . . There he sits, twiddling his feelers, (a substi- 
tute, it seems, with Crustacea for biting their nails when 
they are puzzled,) and by no means lovely to look on in 
vulgar eyes ; about the bigness of a man^s fist ; a round- 
bodied, spindle-shanked, crusty, prickly, dirty fellow, with a 
villanous squint, too, in those little bony eyes -which never 
look for a moment both the same way. Never mind : many 
a man of genius is ungainly enough ; and nature, if you will 
observe, as if to make up to him for his uncomeliness, has 
arrayed him as Solomon in all his glory never was arrayed, 
and so fulfilled one of the few rational proposals of old Fou- 
rier, that scavengers, chimney-sweeps, and other workers in 
disgusting employments, should be rewarded for their self- 
sacrifice in behalf of the public weal by some peculiar badge 
of honour or ‘laurel crown.” Mr. Kingsley then proceeds 
to give a graphic picture of the corallines, etc., growing on 
the back of the crab, the polypes in which live on the tiny 
atoms of decaying matter ( Campanularia , Crisida , Coryne), 
etc. 
Mr. Gosse observed at Ilfracombe, in 1852, the sloughing 
