Digby 
it a wedge had been cut out, the narrow end 
on shore, and the wide one out in the water 
under the wharf. The opening thus formed 
was heavily planked within, and we crossed the 
gangway into a cavern slimy and strange. 
The floor upon which we stepped was damp, 
barnacles encrusted the beams at the sides and 
overhead, while green, brown, and yellow sea- 
weeds hung on the walls, and a large starfish 
with his arms wrapped about a stone appeared 
to be gazing knowingly at us out of one round 
Cyclopean eye, which, alas ! was no eye at all, 
and we knew that in spite of his wise look he 
was as blind as a mole. 
There was a strong clean odour of the sea in 
this strange cavern, and we heard some one 
near say that at high tide the place upon which 
we stood would be thirty feet under water. So 
this giant wharf was a tribute to the tides of 
Fundy ! 
We had a sudden wish to get out ; we im- 
agined the tide coming in — swiftly, surely ; 
concealing the existence of this hole in the side 
of the pier ; the surface of the water sparkling 
in the sunlight twenty feet higher than the 
roof of the dark cavern. 
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