The winners in life's race : $b Or, the great backboned familyBuckley, Arabella B. (Arabella Burton)
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The winners in life's race : $b Or, the great backboned family
Buckley, Arabella B. (Arabella Burton)
Animals -- Juvenile literature; Vertebrates -- Juvenile literature
We see, then, that there is a race of gristly or _cartilaginous_
fishes, which, though they have grown strong and powerful, still hold
to many primitive habits in forming both their body and skeleton. Nor
do the sharks stand alone, for the large sturgeons, which live partly
in the sea and partly in fresh water, crowding up the rivers of Russia
and America to grope in the river mud for food, and to lay their
millions of eggs, are also remnants of the ancient type. It is true
that with them the slits in the neck are covered by a horny flap like
the bony fish, and like them too they have an air-bladder under the
backbone.[14] But they too have a gristly skeleton, and the gristly rod
more or less hardened runs right along their back. In other respects
they are perhaps even more peculiar than the sharks; for the sturgeon’s
head is covered with hard bony shields, and five rows of bony bucklers
are arranged along his body. We seem almost to have got back among the
armour-covered animals as we look at his shiny plates, reminding us
that with a mere gristly skeleton within, it may have been wise for
the early types of fish to wear some outward protection. His snout is
long and pointed, with four delicate feelers hanging down from it, and
his mouth, which is quite under his head, is a soft open tube without
teeth, which he can draw up or push out to suck up fish or any animal
matter he finds in the mud.
[Illustration: Fig. 7.
The Sturgeon’s head seen from below, showing the tube-like mouth and
the four barbels or feelers.]
Clearly the sturgeon is an old-fashioned fellow, as you may see for
yourself, when specimens caught at the mouths of our rivers are shown
in the fishmongers’ shops. I have often wondered, when standing looking
at him and at the sharks in the British Museum, whether the people who
stroll by have any idea what a strange history these quaint old fishes
have, or how they stand there among the scaly and bony fishes lying in
the cases around, just as an Egyptian and a Chinaman might stand in an
English crowd, descendants of old and noble races of long long ago,
whose first ancestors have been lost in the dim darkness of ages, whose
day of strength and glory was at a time when the modern races had not
yet begun to be, and whose representatives now live in a world which
has almost forgotten them.
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