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who can notice it, of the death of
In appearance these are the most every one of the family, for ро beautiful of all the cuttles; but I quescreature below attempts to digest it. tion whether they are to be seen at
Our old folks used this cuttle bone their best in the summer months, near in various forms. The ladies mixed it the shore; their great beauty seems to with their cosmetics for beautifying be especially reserved for display in the the skin and polishing and whitening deep sea when sexual affinities are to their teeth, the scholars--before blotting- the front, and then possibly only for a paper was invented-as pounce for dry- short time. ing their ink quickly, and the lower I have seen one of them with the classes as a medicine for colds; a tea- groundwork or principal color of the spoonful in a cup of hot water with skin a rich dark brown, with snowsugar forming a dose for a sweat. white zebra-like markings running down
This creature differs from the octo- across the body about an eighth of an pus in having ten arms. As before In- inch wide and less than half an inch timated, it seeks its food in many apart, this covering the whole body ways. When it is hunting in the open and part of the arms; the in which sea, and its quarry is large, at the surrounds the body was exquisitely right moment the whole muscular spotted with white or yellow. In this force of these arms is brought to bear dress it was really one of the most aton it; but if the food desired is small tractive objects I ever saw in the sea. and active, other tactics are adopted; Their mimicry seems easily to run in and the two long tentacles are brought three colors; brown, yellow and white. into use. We know nothing in nature And the creature can be instantly like it. Under these conditions the cut- shaded into the whole of them when tle takes its ease as if asleep on the necessary. In the summer months sea-bottom, assimilating its color as they are very active in following young nearly as possible to its surroundings. herrings, sprats, bream, red mullet, The eight arms are brought so close to- etc.; and these in the clear summer gether that they look like a miniature water generally keep on dark olive, elephant's trunk, only a little stouter. weedy grounds. In following them With the two long tentacles contracted these cuttles quickly cover their mantle and hidden within them, on the ap- a dull brown, which blends so well proach of food in the shape of a prawn, with the weeds that the cuttles are small crabs or small fish, the two high- very difficult to be seen; while, if they est or central arms are lifted; and have to move out on the gray sands three others are gently moved aside so their white zebra markings are brought as to be out of the way of the coming out in a dull form, and the brown is dash of the hidden tentacles: the cuttle softened with yellow, which gives quietly moves nearer to or further from them a very indefinite appearance, and the object, so as to have it within the almost hides them from view. proper reach of this death stroke, and The largest of these creatures I ever in a moment, like a lightning flash, saw was nine inches wide and about sometimes quicker than the eye can three feet long, the body and arms follow it, these tentacles are darted covering sixteen inches, and the out, the victim is caught and secreted stretched tentacles the remainder: in the folds of its outer arms, and In closing I may remark that there torn in pieces by the merciless beak. are several other cuttles belonging to See also Lee's "Sea Monsters Unmasked," p.
our seas, all of which have more or less 20.
the power of mimicry. I might further
state that Darwin in his “Voyage of animals escape detection by a very exthe Beagle” (see page 3) makes some traordinary chameleon-like power of interesting observations on the discov- changing their colors; and that they ery of cuttles in a pool on the shore of vary their tints acording to the nature the island of St. Jago. From the facts of the ground they pass over. He was stated it may be inferred that these sup- much amused at the various methods port the theory of voluntary mimicry used by one individual to escape dein this family; for he says that these tection.
Matthias Dunn. The Contemporary Review.
HIS UNCLE DAN.
The summer after our trying experi- tressful children clamoring for possesences at Sandyport-where most of our sion when we returned. month's holiday was spent in turning And if the Felixstowe beach did not
away from the cottage we had rented fully answer the family requirements - all the other families to whom Mr. in the mater of sand and pools, there Joseph Scorer had also let it-my wife were compensations to be found elseinsisted on trying the east coast. You where. see, she comes from the north herself, On the low-lying sandy spit near the and she had, I think, an idea that as old fort was a soldiers' camp, with East Anglia lay nearer her native land drilling ground and shooting-ranges, than Sussex or Wessex, the inhabi- and in these things my youngsters took tants would be more likely to be im- the keenest interest and delight. They bued with, or at all events to some ex- lay by the hour in the wire-grass and tent tinctured with, some of the more watched the shooting, and wandered prominent virtues, including that of over the butts when it was over and honesty, than she had found the South- dug up treasure trove in the shape of
These latter she considered long metal Lee-Metford cartridge cases, spoiled by the annual inrush of Lon- and conical bullets which had wandoners all in a heap in August, which dered wide among the sandhills. We made the natives masters of the situa- bequeathed nearly a cartload of such tion, and gave them opportunities for spoil to our landlady when we went haymaking of which it was altogether home, much to her surprise and distoo much to expect human nature not gust. They were never tired of lingerto take advantage.
ing through the canvas streets of the We fixed on Felixstowe
camp, the houses of which bore fanci. headquarters, and with our last year's ful legends in uncouth charcoal characexperiences still very fresh in ters, the marks at once of burnt stick minds we naturally reverted to lodg- and a pointed, if none too polished, wit, ings. If they were not absolutely and possibly of something of a retali.. everything that could be desired-are atory spirit. The “Home for Lost such to be found this side Heaven?- Dogs" struck us as hardly likely to have we could at all events leave them for a been so labelled by its inhabitants, but whole day at a time without the cer- as being more probably a reply in kind tainty of finding a furious father and from the occupants of the “Rat Pit" an anxious mother and a brood of dis- next door, or possibly a tu quoque from
the “Flea Trap," or "Monkey House," dug out of the sandhills beyond the or “Cockytoo Lodge,” or the “Mon- lines. The work was executed in busi. grel’s Parlor,” all of which were adja- ness-like fashion by soldierly men of cent, or possibly it was the tangible graver aspect and more sober mien evidence of a midnight raid by the than the light-hearted irresponsibles of "Laughing Jackasses” at the other end the "Rat Trap" and the "Home for of the camp.
Lost Dogs" beyond, some of whom Our young folks haunted the camp, strolled down to offer suggestions, and came to know it in all-well, say which were received with a chilling in most of-its phases. They watched lack of attention. it work and they watched it play-at Presently, with shrill squeak of cards and draughts and dominoes, at many fifes and much rattle of kettlefootball, cricket and quoits. They crit- drums, there marched in from the staicised its cooking arrangements and its tion a regiment of boy soldiers, the various methods of devouring its food, eldest I should say not more than fitwhich, I am bound to say, tended teen, but every man of them bearing rather towards business-like despatch himself with all the conscious pride of than towards elegance of manners. a bemedalled veteran of fifty. They watched it receive its letters and Thenceforth the “Rat Trap" and the retire into corners to read them, and "Mongrel's Parlor" and the home of lie flat on its stomach to write its re- the "Laughing Jackasses" knew us no plies with much arduous toil of band more. All our attention was centred and tongue. They heard it sing and on the youthful warriors of the new laugh and grumble. They saw it re- camp, and we
soon came to know ceive its modest pay, and then creep, them in the lump as well as we had dingy and grubby, into its triangular known their elders farther along the darknesses, whence, after a briet
shore. period of retirement, it emerged radi. But even warriors, in the lump, are ant in butterfly scarlet, with shining not as interesting as individuals; and face, and plastered hair ornamented as we became familiar with the mawith precariously clinging cap, and chinery of the camp, our chief enjoythen, with diminutive cane twirling ment began to revolve round one parjauntily, they saw it strut proudly ticular little unit thereof. away to the town on conquest bent. We had each of us separately been
Both my boys were going to be struck by him as they marched in that soldiers the moment they were big first day, and this alone sufficed to enough. Both my girls were going to give him a place apart from his felmarry soldiers as soon as they grew lows in all our minds. He was the up. I felt it my duty to beg them to
brightest-faced youngster in the regibecome, and to choose, officers, and my ment-brown hair, pert nose, quick blue mind was relieved when they stated eyes which roved around in vast enjoy. that such of course was their intention. ment of the sensation he was helping
But one morning there sprang up on to create, perfect health and rollicking a vacant plot among the sand hum- humor in every curve of his impudent mocks between the camp and the little face. town, a sudden mushroom growth of He was one of the kettledrums, and white bell tents arranged in symmetri. the way his sticks flashed and twirled cal lines around the four sides of a long was a sight and a source of amazeparallelogram, with large square mess ment to all beholders. His very soul tents at each end, and cooking ovens seemed to run down into the points of
those twinkling sticks, and his boyish I don't b’lieve there ain't no such per. delight in the noise he could extract son." from his drum was barely veiled be- "All right, Jim Foley! You see that neath the gravity be considered becom- there sandhill?” ing to a man of his position.
"I see it. Wot's that got t' do wiv We were constantly meeting him yer Uncle Dan? Is the scraps of him strolling out with the other men of his buried there?" corps, and he always seemed to be do- “You git out to-night, Jim Foley, and ing the talking and gesticulating for come down there, an' I'll interdooce the lot. A chance conversation which yer to my Uncle Dan." we overheard as we came along the “Will? Right! I'm on. I'd like to soft sand to the camp one afternoon en- meet all that's left of the old gen'lelightened us as to his name and some man." of his characteristics.
And then we had to pass out of hearFour of them were lying in a sunny ing, having learned that our youngnook, and they were quite too much ster's name was Dan Rendle, and that interested in themselves to pay any at. he had, or said he had, a veteran uncle tention to us. We were interested too, upon whose existence his companions and we trod soft and went slow for the cast doubts. purpose of hearing the end of their dis- Without saying anything to my cussion, but they took no apparent no young people, I promised myself the tice of us.
pleasure of witnessing the introduc“When my Uncle Dan was at Wat- tion of Jim Foley to little Dan's aged terloo" were the first words that relative. reached us from our little kettledrum. And I was there, ambushed flat in
“Garn, Danny Rendle! Give yer the wire-grass of a neighboring hillock Uncle Dan a rest. I don't b'lieve y' for an hour before the meeting, and ain't got no Uncle Dan," growled a counted the time well spent. dark-haired boy.
Dan was first on the field with two “You-don't- b’lieve-1-ain't- got supporters. Presently Jim Foley
Uncle - Dan,- Jim Foley ?" ex- strolled up with three more. claimed our youngster, in a tone of the "Ah, you there, Danny Rendle? most concentrated amazement.
Now, where's yer Uncle Dan wot lost "Nar," said the other. “If yer have, his arms and his legs at Watterloo, an' why don't he never come t see yer? his head, an' his tail, an' every blim bit Why don't he never send yer nuff'n? I of him? I-don't-b’lieve-you-gotnever seen him, nor ever heard tell of no-Uncle-Dan." anybody that has, an' yer never gits "Come on!” said Dan, and peeled off any letters from 'm, not so much as a his tunic, and rolled up the sleeves of ha'p'ny post card."
his little colored shirt, and tied his red "He can't write, 'cos he lost his arm cotton handkerchief tight round bis at Watterloo."
waist, “an' i'll interdooce yer to him." “Yah! He c'd write wiy his other I am not going to describe the fight. arm, or wiv his toes, same as yon man I am old-fashioned-or maybe it is at the show we was at, or he c'd get new-fashioned- enough to believe that summun else t' write; or he c'd come a fight is less demoralizing to the prinan' see yer."
cipals, except, indeed, in such trifling “Lost both his legs at Watterloo." matters as blood and cuticle, than to
"Huh! an' his head, an' his tail. Not the onlookers. much left of him to brag about. But So, briefly, the conflict waxed and
waned for a 'good ten minutes. Jim time, gambolling in the surf like a was half a head taller, but was not so school of stranded porpoises, rolling, close-knit and active as Danny, and yelling, chasing
another with Danny was fired with the defence of bunches of seaweed, while the more the family honor. In the event Jim courageous ventured out up to their measured his length on the earth, and chins and essayed the voyage home. before he could rise, Danny had him A short-cut shout that was different by the scruff of the neck and was ram- from the other shouts—as different as ming his face into the sand, while he death is from life and all the otber pantingly exhorted him to a better shouts died away, and all our eyes frame of mind in the matter of Uncle turned to where a pair of white arms Dan,
were thrashing wildly at the water “Now,-(ram)-Jim Foley,-(ram)-d' which closed over them-another bubyou b’lieve-(ram)-in my Uncle Dan?” bling cry as they came in sight again.
"NO!" roared Jim, spitting out a I had kicked off my shoes and shed mouthful of sand as his head rose. my jacket for a desperate venture, with “You-ain't-got-no-Uncle-Dan.” little hope of success, for he was a
“Then, dan you! I'll choke you!" long way out. The sergeant in and down went Jim's face into the charge was wading out up to his knees, sand once more, and was held there cursing volubly-I learned afterwards so long that I began to fear the threat that he couldn't swim a stroke. All would be carried out.
the other youngsters had scuttled The others began to fear so too. ashore and formed a shivering fringe
"Let him be, Dan Rendle,” said one. to the lip of the tide. “We all know you got an Uncle Dan, Suddenly shouts broke out from the an' what's it matter 'bout him?"
squirming line. "Ho! do-do you?”' panted Dan.
“Go it, Danny! You got him. Keep "No he ain't," came in a muffled up, old man. 'Ray! he's got him. whisper from the sand.
Danny's got him. Good ole Dan! "Well, I guess you've had 'nough of Right and tight, here they come," and him for one day, Jim Foley,” said the presently they were in shallow water, victor, giving the fallen foe a final and stood for breath, Dan with his shake.
arm round the other, supporting him, “Don't want never-t hear his name for he was spent; and then they waded again,” said Jim, sitting up slowly, and ashore amid the shouts of the boys, scooping the sand out of his mouth
and I saw that the other was Jim with his finger.
Foley, the unbeliever. “All right,” said Dan, letting down And as they came slowly through the his sleeves, and getting into his tunic, shallows I heard“when you want to hear from him "Didn't want you to drown 'fore again, you let me know, an' I'll 'tend you'd seen my Uncle Dan, Jim Foley." to it. He told me to lick yer, an' I “Y'ain't-got no-Uncle Dan, Danny done it,” and he marched away with Rendle," dribbled sturdily from bluehis head in the air.
lipped Jim. Next day, as we drew near the camp. “ 'Twere him sent me after you," said the shouts and laughter from the beach Dan. Just beyond told us that the youthful "Garn!" said Jim, and then the ser. warriors were at their ablutions, so we geant took them in custody. sat down to watch their antics.
Now it seemed to me that this conThey were baving a right merry
duct of little Dan's deserved more rec