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HISTORY OF BRITISH CRUSTACEA. 
“ We happened to be astir in a small boat in Brodick 
Bay, about three o'clock one beautiful summer morning. 
Our chief object was to watch the soft uprising of those 
f fleecy folds, voluminous and vast/ which during early twi- 
light hours brood over the yet sombre valleys at the base of 
Goat-fell, and to watch the rosy tints as they descended 
from peak to peak, while 
c Fair Aurora, lifting up her head, 
All blushing rose from old Tithonus’ bed.’ 
But we soon perceived two men in a small craft, who 
seemed quite unconscious that 
‘ The flaming chariot of the world’s great eye 5 
was now almost upon them. Their little boat hung mo- 
tionless on the then waveless mirror of the Bay, in about 
ten feet depth of water ; and after for a minute or thereby, 
holding their faces close upon the surface, they seemed sud- 
denly to pull a long pole out of the water, with something 
adhering to its extremity. We soon found that they were 
taking advantage of the glassy stillness of the water to 
overlook the early walk of Crabs. They no sooner saw 
these crusty crustaceans on the subaqueous sand, than they 
poked them behind with their long staves ; the Crabs turned 
