The Pine-tree coast . ne and every crevice, to the farthestledges where a new growth of the edible sea-moss begins, though from its coal-black color we should never have imaginedit to be the same thing we have bought ofour grocer at home. Yet when exposed tosun and dew it turns first a lovely Tyrianpurple, then as white as sea-loam plants give out a moist, pungent, andpenetrating, though not unpleasant odor,that is new tons, — something between thatarising from the steaming mould and nox-ious fungi of the woods and the smoke ofburning brushwood in the autumn. We are now among thos
The Pine-tree coast . ne and every crevice, to the farthestledges where a new growth of the edible sea-moss begins, though from its coal-black color we should never have imaginedit to be the same thing we have bought ofour grocer at home. Yet when exposed tosun and dew it turns first a lovely Tyrianpurple, then as white as sea-loam plants give out a moist, pungent, andpenetrating, though not unpleasant odor,that is new tons, — something between thatarising from the steaming mould and nox-ious fungi of the woods and the smoke ofburning brushwood in the autumn. We are now among those secret nooksand crannies, the garden of the sea, thatseem to us like the fairyland of our boy-hood dreams, where little basins of liquid crystal disclose the strange forms andtints of sea-urchins and starfishes, of limpets and cockles, where the yellow,black, and purple striped cockles cling, like monster insects, to the bladder-weed,and where every step, in fact, shows us a thousand authentic tidings of invisible. i i: things, — Of ebb and flew ami ever-during power,And endless peace subsisting at the heart of endless agitation.* Stooping down over this shallow pool of crystal water, we espy, first of own features, and next a sedentary crab who is watching us uneasily fromhis snug retreat under a projecting shelf of rock, all ready to make off atour slightest movement. Ha, ha! art thou there, truepenny ? The coward dare not venture out of his hiding-place for fear some thief ofa crow may pounce upon him. and fly away with him to her lonely haunt inyonder woods, as the great roc did with our dear old friend Sinbad, in theThousand and One Nights. So crabby wisely keeps close, knowing that hisstout breast and back-piece, proof though they may be against beak and (daws,will avail him nothing when the keen-witted crow shall have first flown up withhim to a convenient height, and then let him fall headlong upon the hard rocks,crushed and bleeding, to make a meal o
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