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Ch. 6: I arrive at Opal

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coral button on their cap. When I visited modern Japan I was surprised to see that nearly every woman wore one or more coral ornaments, either in her hair or as a brooch, and well the dark red of the coral became the dark glossy hair of the little ladies of Japan.
Kings and queens have worn coral too. Napoleon I's sister, the Princess Pauline Borghese, owned a set of corals mounted with diamonds, and was said to have paid 31,000 francs for it, a big price for those days when the franc was worth something.
To-day religion helps to keep the coral industry alive. Coral beads, carved or plain, make desirable rosaries. Who would you think the better customer for coral rosaries, devout Catholic or faithful Muslim? It is the child of the Koran, whose string contains one hundred and eight beads to the Catholic's fifty-four.
Beautifully tinted as some kinds of coral undoubtedly are, particularly the delicate pink, none can compare with the living coral which I have seen with my own en­chanted eyes as it lay beneath the waters of the sea be­tween Borneo and Sulu, in crystal-clear depths varying from five to eight feet. If so much was visible from the surface, what visions of beauty did my divers see, who in the course of their descents after pearl-shell frequently came across whole coral forests? They were sometimes quite obviously awed by their trips into fairyland, but they were too inarticulate to describe in detail what they had seen. I was no connoisseur of beauty to look for it below the waves at risk of my life, and so the world of
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