Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull BoyFenn, George Manville
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Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull Boy
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
The boy glanced over the side of the boat, as the men rowed gently
across the lagoon, to find that they had gradually come into a shallow
part, whose waters, save for the disturbance made by the boat's passing,
were perfectly calm and of crystal clearness. As they neared the sandy
shore, the bottom, by the refraction, seemed to come nearer and nearer
to the surface, through which he sat gazing into one of Nature's
loveliest aquaria, strewn with the most wondrous corals and madrepores,
not dry, harsh, and stony, but glowing in colours imparted by the many
creatures which covered them. The seaweeds were exquisite, and the
flowers of this submarine garden were sea anemones of wondrous tints,
some closed like buds, others open wide, aster-like, and as bright in
tint, but with a slow, creeping movement of their petal-like arms, as
some unfortunate water creature touched them and was drawn into the
central mouth.
Shell-fish too of wondrous forms lay or crept about in the grottoes of
coral rock. Some were anchored oyster-like, and of gigantic size, lying
as traps with shells apart, like the mouth of some terrible monster
lying hidden among the weeds; others with strange, striped shells
crawled snail-like over the bottom, amidst many so small that they were
mere specks. And all the while, as the boat glided on over the surface,
there were flashes of gold, silver, ruby, topaz, sapphire, and amethyst,
for shoals of fish, startled by their coming, darted through the sunlit
water, to hide in the waving groves of sea-weed, or nestle down among
the coral stones.
"Stop rowing, please," said Sir John suddenly; and Jack turned to see
that his father and the doctor had been gazing down into the water from
the other side of the boat. "Only for a few minutes, captain: we must
not pass over this too quickly."
"You have only to give your orders, sir," said the captain, smiling with
satisfaction; and as the men sat with their oars balanced, the boat
glided slowly on, hardly disturbing the surface; but her shadow was
sufficient as it darkened the water to still startle the fish from their
homes.
"Here's work, Meadows--here's collecting. Jack, boy, what do you think
of it?"
"Oh!" ejaculated the lad, without raising his eyes from the wondrous
scene he was watching once more.
There does not seem much in that simple little interjection; but the
meaning put into it by the tone and the face of the lad who uttered it
spoke volumes.
"Ah, it is oh!" cried the doctor. "Here, Jack, it's all nonsense, I
can't be thirty-six; I feel only sixteen, and I want to begin wading in
here."
"I'd advise you to wear very thick boats then," said the captain. "Some
of these things are knife-edged, some sharp as thorns. You'll have to
take care."
"Oh, we will; eh, Jack?"
"Yes; but we must get a lot of these as specimens. Here, look--look!"
"Ah, one of those snakes," said Sir John. "One? Look--look! there are
dozens of them gliding about."
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