SUN-STAR.

The general colour of the disk is a fine rose-pink, deeper on a

circular area in the centre; the network is a deeper rose, especially

just around the bases of the knobs. The base of each ray is crossed

by a broad band of pure white, both knobs and network. The remainder

of the rays is of a pale orange-scarlet, becoming more truly scarlet

in the middle portion; the network of the same hue, but deeper. Over

the entire surface the areas of the net are occupied by series of ovate

whitish hollows, from each of which protrudes a minute clear bladder or

closed tube, exactly like those we lately saw in the little Starlet.

The madreporic plate is seen about midway between the centre and one

of the angles, as a tiny cake-shaped white body, grooved exactly like

a brain-stone.

Beneath, the rays are ploughed with a deep groove, in which are

two rows of sucker-feet; towards the tip, however, their place is

supplied by long slender pointed tentacular processes. The avenues

are bordered by flat knobs, set like the edging-stones of a garden

walk, each of which carries five or six spines radiating like a fan,

_lengthwise_. Each set sends off a branch which carries another fan

placed _transversely_, of six to ten spines. Then the white satiny

skin sends up at the very edge of the ray short stems, each bearing a

group of fifteen to twenty spines, having a tendency to a transverse

arrangement, but not in a single row. These form the edges of the

rays, seen from above and below. At the bases of the rays beneath, the

angle terminates in a broad plate, which is cut into a comb of about

eighteen flat spines, the whole having a semi-oval outline, projecting

towards the mouth. At the tip of each avenue we discern the little

scarlet eye, well protected by the crowding rows of fans.

The mouth gapes, and gives an unexpected insight into the diet of this

gaily-painted gentleman. We see a bit of an Echinus shell, and on

taking hold of it with a pair of pliers, and carefully dragging, lo!

forth comes the entire box of a Purple-tipped Urchin, nearly an inch

in diameter, empty of course, through the force of Mr. Sun’s gastric

juice, and denuded of spines. Ugh! the cannibal! to eat his own first

cousin!

We put him into a shallow pan of water, where he crawls slowly. He is

fond of curling the rays over his back, so as nearly to meet, perhaps

to have a look at the new world in which he finds himself. Then he

turns himself right over in the shallow water, bathing the under

surface in the air, the suckers moving all the time to and fro with

great rapidity, and (we fancy) with enjoyment.

Several specimens of the common Cross-fish occur, large and richly

coloured, and many of the Urchin just named; but these we can find

every day in-shore; so they are contemptuously thrown over the gunwale.

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