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Seeing himself getting beyond his depth, a bathing naturalist called
lustily for succour.
"Anything _I_ can do for you?" inquired the engaging octopus.
"Happy to serve you, I am sure," said the accommodating leech.
"Command _me_," added the earnest crab.
"Gentlemen of the briny deep," exclaimed the gasping _savant_, "I am
compelled to decline your friendly offices, but I tender you my
scientific gratitude; and, as a return favour, I beg, with this my
last breath, that you will accept the freedom of my aquarium, and make
it your home."
This tale proves that scientific gratitude is quite as bad as the
natural sort.