Such, in fact, is the true portrait of the baby sole, for the first few days after it has been duly hatched out of the eggs deposited on the shallow spawning-places by the mother-fishes.Īfter some weeks, however, a change comes o'er the spirit of the young flat-fish's dream of freedom. I had one eye on each side of my head my face and mouth were a model of symmetry and I swam upright like the rest of my kind, instead of all on one side after the bad habit of my own immediate family. When I was young and innocent, I looked externally very much like any other swimming thing, except, to be sure, that I was perfectly transparent, like a speck of jelly-fish. In those happy days, my head was not unsymmetrically twisted and distracted all on one side my mouth did not open laterally instead of vertically my two eyes were not incongruously congregated on the right half of my distorted visage and my whole body w r as not arrayed, like a Portland convict's, in a party-colored suit, dark-brown on the right and fleshy-white on the left department of my unfortunate person. "ONCE upon a time," says that delicious creation of Lewis Carroll's, the Mock Turtle, "I was a real turtle!" Once upon a time, the modern sole might with greater truth plaintively observe, I was a very respectable sort of a young codfish. THE SCIENCE OF FLAT-FISH, OR SOLES AND TURBOT.
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