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Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
·
Charles Kingsley
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Yes,
what
are
the
red
capsicums?
and
why
are
they
poking,
snapping,
starting,
crawling,
tumbling
wildly
over
each
other,
rattling
about
the
huge
mahogany
cockles,
as
big
as
a
child’s
two
fists,
out
of
which
they
are
protruded?
Mark
them
well,
for
you
will
perhaps
never
see
them
again.
They
are
a
Mediterranean
species,
or
rather
three
species,
left
behind
upon
these
extreme
south-western
coasts,
probably
at
the
vanishing
of
that
warmer
ancient
epoch,
which
clothed
the
Lizard
Point
with
the
Cornish
heath,
and
the
Killarney
mountains
with
Spanish
saxifrages,
and
other
relics
of
a
flora
whose
home
is
now
the
Iberian
peninsula
and
the
sunny
cliffs
of
the
Riviera.
Rare
on
every
other
shore,
even
in
the
west,
it
abounds
in
Torbay
at
certain,
or
rather
uncertain,
times,
to
so
prodigious
an
amount,
that
the
dredge,
after
five
minutes’
scrape,
will
sometimes
come
up
choked
full
of
this
great
cockle
only.
You
will
see
hundreds
of
them
in
every
cove
for
miles
this
day;
a
seeming
waste
of
life,
which
would
be
awful,
in
our
eyes,
were
not
the
Divine
Ruler,
as
His
custom
is,
making
this
destruction
the
means
of
fresh
creation,
by
burying
them
in
the
sands,
as
soon
as
washed
on
shore,
to
fertilize
the
strata
of
some
future
world.
It
is
but
a
shell-fish
truly;
but
the
great
Cuvier
thought
it
remarkable
enough
to
devote
to
its
anatomy
elaborate
descriptions
and
drawings,
which
have
done
more
perhaps
than
any
others
to
illustrate
the
curious
economy
of
the
whole
class
of
bivalve,
or
double-shelled,
mollusca.
(Plate
II.
Fig.
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