The octopus : $b or, The "devil-fish" of fiction and of fact — John Shaqi
The octopus : $b or, The "devil-fish" of fiction and of factLee, Henry
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The octopus : $b or, The "devil-fish" of fiction and of fact
Lee, Henry
Cephalopoda; Cuttlefish; Octopuses; Squids
An octopus from our own coasts having arms two feet in length may
be considered a rather large specimen; and Dr. J. E. Gray, who was
always most kindly ready to place at the disposal of any sincere
inquirer the vast store of knowledge laid up in his wonderful memory,
told me that “there is not one in the British museum which exceeds
this size, or which would not go into a quart pot, body, arms and
all.” The largest British specimen I have hitherto seen had arms 2
ft. 6 in. long.
If, however, the octopus seldom or never arrives at a length of arm
of three feet on the northern coasts of France, we have sufficient
evidence that it exceeds it on her southern borders, and along the
Spanish and Italian shores of the Mediterranean.
M. Verany, of Nice, an able naturalist, mentions having seen an
octopus which weighed 33 lbs. and measured three metres from tip to
tip of its outstretched arms. This would make the length of each
arm about four-and-a-half feet. A fisherman who noticed it affixed
to the mole of the port of Nice had the hardihood to grasp it with
his hands, and made himself master of it, though not without much
difficulty.
Mr. Sylvanus Hanley, the well-known conchologist, and joint author
with Professor Edward Forbes of their standard work on the British
Mollusca, who passes every winter in Italy, has personally informed
me that there are living in the harbour of Leghorn several octopods
having arms at least four feet long, and as thick at their base as
a man’s wrist. They lie with their bodies squeezed into, and hidden
in, crevices in the stone-work of the mole and sea-wall, two or three
of their arms extended and waving about in the water in readiness
to seize passing prey, and the others holding fast to the blocks of
stone. Mr. Hanley says that his son, who is a practised shore-hunter,
and no coward, having frequent occasion, whilst in search of shells,
to climb along a ledge of the rough masonry near the surface of the
water, just beneath which was the lurking-place of one of these great
creatures, was for some time afraid to pass the spot, in consequence
of the animal’s formidable appearance; for, as he approached, it
would thrust one or two of its disc-studded arms out of water, and
stretch them towards him in a threatening manner, in its endeavours
to reach him. The Italian divers and bathers are said to fear these
creatures.
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