tudinous
swellings of the sea; he finds peace in the slumber of her calms and
exults in her mad race before the drive of the tempest, but he seldom
thinks below the surface and knows little of the things she hides in
her deeps. Yet a world lives there, very strange and full of
enchantments. Sheltered under the breasts of the sea and undisturbed by
the furies of the upper world, myriads of living creatures, graceful,
beautiful, wonderful, traverse the peaceful depths. In the vast and
fathomless solitudes, things grow and take on form, meet for the eyes
of the gods. In everlasting touch with soft currents, trees of coral
grow from rocky beds and finny tribes of every shape and hue glide in
and out among their fantastic branches. Water covering all, on hills,
plateaus, shelving stretches, sandy bars and rocky shoals; in valleys,
chasms and even in the dread abysses, are things as strange to man as
Jupiter or Saturn holds; weird as the creatures of our dreams; uncanny
as the pictures a riotous imagination paints and some as beautiful.
Near the shore and. a few miles out, where the 14
