The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard TaylorConwell, Russell H.
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The Life, Travels, and Literary Career of Bayard Taylor
Conwell, Russell H.
Taylor, Bayard, 1825-1878
“The crew were Chinamen, wholly ignorant of the use of oars, and our trip
would have been of little avail had not the sea been perfectly calm. With
a little trouble we succeeded in making them keep stroke, and made for
the coral reef, which separates the northern from the lower channel. The
tide was nearly out, and the water was very shoal on all the approaches
to the reef. We found, however, a narrow channel winding between the
groves of mimic foliage, and landed on the spongy rock, which rose about
a foot above the water. Here the little pools that seamed the surface
were alive with crabs, snails, star-fish, sea-prickles, and numbers
of small fish of the intensest blue color. We found several handsome
shells clinging to the coral. But all our efforts to secure one of the
fish failed. The tide was ebbing so fast that we were obliged to return
for fear of grounding the boat. We hung for some time over the coral
banks, enraptured with the beautiful forms and colors exhibited by this
wonderful vegetation of the sea. The coral grew in rounded banks, with
the clear, deep spaces of water between, resembling, in miniature, ranges
of hills covered with autumnal forests. The loveliest tints of blue,
violet, pale-green, yellow, and white gleamed through the waves. And all
the varied forms of vegetable life were grouped together along the edges
of cliffs and precipices, hanging over the chasms worn by currents below.
Through those paths and between the stems of the coral groves, the blue
fish shot hither and thither like arrows of the purest lapis-lazuli: and
others of a dazzling emerald color, with tails and fins tipped with gold,
eluded our chase like the green bird in the Arabian story. Far down below
in the dusky depth of the waters we saw now and then some large brown
fish hovering stealthily about the entrances to the coral groves, as if
lying in wait for their bright little inhabitants. The water was so clear
that the eye was deceived as to its depths and we seemed now to rest on
the branching tops of some climbing forest, now to hang suspended as in
mid air between the crests of two opposing ones. Of all the wonders
of the sea, which have furnished food for poetry and fable, this was
assuredly the most beautiful.”
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