In Coral-Land 
°7 
true sailor spun many a wonderful yarn 
about his voyages. 
To the Nautilus Sammy was indebted 
for a most important piece of information. 
It happened in this wise. He had now 
spent several weeks in Coral-Land. He 
knew the Lagoon thoroughly from end 
to end, the best feeding and hiding-places, 
the delightful caverns and caves in the 
reefs, and was on friendly terms with al¬ 
most all its inhabitants. But a fish is a 
restless creature, and, strange to say, 
Sammy was daily growing more and more 
weary of this peaceful Lagoon. It was 
all very wonderful to be sure, the beauti¬ 
ful coral in its lovely colors and fantastic 
shapes, the gay flowers and plants, the 
strange shells, and the brilliant, sparkling 
fish ; but then the warm water was cer¬ 
tainly enervating, and the mountain 
stream that he called home had many 
