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Confessions In B-Flat
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Author’s Note
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Acknowledgments
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Author’s Note
To my readers,
…
It was 1839. I was in my fifteenth year, happy, looking forward to
my marriage to my beloved in six months’ time, on my sixteenth
birthday.
Oh, how I loved him. I would make an excellent wife and mother, I
knew. My babu had taught me to hunt, to kill with my bare hands if
no weapon was handy, to protect myself against man or beast. My
mama taught me to cook, to mend, to keep house, to take care of
my six sisters and brothers, to heal wounds with herbs, to honor my
elders.
None of that was to be, though. None of it.
You may have heard or read of the revolt of captive Africans on a
ship called La Amistad. You may have heard that an enslaved man,
Sengbe Pieh, led the revolt, or you may know him as Joseph Cinque.
That is all true. But there is little more than folklore known about the
young girl who helped him, who found the fabled loose nail that
unlocked his shackles and those of the others. She was among the
hundreds of Africans, along with Cinque, captured on the shores of
Mendeland.
The first half of our torturous journey was aboard the ship Tecora.
Below deck, they separated the men and women in holds not big
enough for a small child. For days, hours, weeks, unimaginable
horrors of darkness, the roiling of the ship, stench, sickness,
humiliation, torture, and madness rampaged through the infested
hull.
Disease and lack of food and clean water plagued the deadly
journey. By the time of transfer to La Amistad in Cuba, they had
reduced the enslaved numbers to little more than half. The crew had
thrown fifty dead and diseased captives overboard. Those who
survived were put on board La Amistad for the second half of the
journey to Port Principe, Cuba, but within days, the revolt led by
Cinque ensued. The men forced the remaining crew to head back to
Mendeland—to home.
During the days, the crew seemed to head back to Africa, but at
night the devils turned the ship around toward Cuba. Back and forth,
east, west for two months until La Amistad grounded near a place
named Montauk Point, Long Island.
Safe, finally free! But the United States government took the ship,
the captives were thrown in chains, taken to Connecticut and
imprisoned, deemed “property” and therefore part of the ship’s
cargo.
The ship’s manifest read fifty-three. But when my brothers and
sisters were sent to the Connecticut prison to await the trial that
would alter the course of slave trading, there were only fifty-two.
I had escaped.
Say my name.
Chapter One
…
As an icy wind whipped a swirl of snow around the corner of
Fourteenth Street and sought refuge down the back of her neck, she
was reminded of who she was and why she was here. Her father.
Manhattan was a way to escape him and everything he reminded
her of. Behind her camera lens, she could create her own reality, see
what she needed or wanted to see—not what whirled in her head
and made her soul ache.
As she hustled down the narrow, crowded streets, passing bistros,
bars, smoke shops, sex shops wrapped around old brownstones and
newly arrived condos, she took a moment to relish the vibrancy of
the part of the city she’d come to call home. The West Village was
the hub of the nouveau and old guard, an eclectic blend of tastes,
races, gender-bending definitions, social classes, and financial
fluidity.
A place for those who sought to create their own normal.
Her one-bedroom apartment was within walking distance of the
studio, both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she didn’t
have to rely on public transportation or drive through the teeming
streets of Manhattan; a curse because she often found herself still
working into the early hours of the morning, knowing that home and
her queen-sized bed were only fifteen minutes away.
She opened the waist-high iron gate and inched up the concrete
stoop, mindful of the snow that had begun to cover the steps. As
she turned her key in the lock of the heavy wood-and-glass door and
stepped into the narrow vestibule, she was again grateful for her
apartment on the second floor of the six-floor walkup, right above
Ms. Edith, one of her favorite people in the world.
She climbed the steps, the polished wood creaking beneath her
feet. When she opened the door to her space, a sudden flash of
seeing herself stepping into a dim, lantern-lit room that smelled of
damp wood, sea moss, and dirt floors leaped in front of her. The
surreal moment seized her breath. She gripped the doorframe,
shook her head, and the image scattered like startled birds.
But, for a moment, the scent of damp wood hung in her nostrils.
Alessandra blinked rapidly, dragged in a shaky breath, and the
aroma of the fresh flowers that sat in a vase on the hall table
replaced the scent of dampness. She frowned, then closed the door
behind her. That—whatever that was—had happened before.
At first, she’d thought the images might be remnants of photos
that she’d taken at some point and forgotten. But then they seeped
into her dreams and she’d awaken, unnerved and melancholy. And
nothing could account for the scents.
Whatever it was, it was starting to rattle her.
Alessandra dropped her purse on the hall table next to the vase of
flowers, slipped out of her coat and scarf, and hung them on the
rack. She toed out of her Uggs and walked down the hall to her
bedroom.
On either side of the hall, she’d hung framed black-and-white
photos of Manhattan. She’d taken the shots over the years, replacing
them periodically with new versions and visions of New York. The
one closest to her bedroom was the only one that she had of home:
the dock at Sag Harbor, lined with boats of varying sizes—white with
red stripes, blue stripes, names of the owner’s heart’s desire
emblazoned on their sides—their sails flapping in a summer breeze.
Her mother, dressed all in white, her dark hair gleaming against her
sand-toned skin, had finally given in to her daughter’s pleading and
posed for the camera.
She’d taken it when she was about fifteen, before everything went
wrong in her world. Her mother had fussed with her about “taking
that camera everywhere,” but it was the last photo she’d taken with
her mother in it, and no matter how painful images of home were,
this was one photo she would not part with. Ever.
She opened her bedroom door and had an overwhelming urge to
simply flop down on her unmade bed and sleep for hours, but knew
that was not an option. She took a suitcase from her closet and
began to pack what she thought she’d need for the next week or so,
being sure to include heavy sweaters, wool socks, and her one pair
of flannel pajamas. Being near the water in the middle of winter was
a recipe for icy days and chilly nights.
She added her sneakers, slippers, and a pair of dress shoes. She
tossed her toiletries into a smaller bag, checked her laptop case for
her power cords and chargers, and added her Nikon camera, flash
drives, film, and batteries to her oversize tote.
As she scanned the array of bags, the reason for them being there
truly hit her.
She bit down on her lip as a tear dribbled along the curve of her
cheek. It was those nurses who had wanted her to come—not her
father, she was sure. He’d never ask for her, she knew, and her
throat clenched. She swiped at her eyes.
He hated her. That was the truth of it. Blamed her, always had.
Her chest heaved. Alessandra walked to the window and lifted the
white embroidered curtain aside. A siren cried in the distance in
harmony with the rumble of delivery trucks and honking car horns.
The humps of dirt-covered snow lined the avenue like bent old men,
only to be dusted again with white powder, as if that would
somehow obscure the truth of what lived beneath.
She snorted at her own analogy. How apropos. A testament to her
life.
She turned away and let her eyes roam over the sun-drenched
space. The carefully selected furnishings of Manhattan chic—on the
low end—gave her a moderate sense of accomplishment. But the
accessories of pottery, bold-colored throw pillows, and handwoven
scatter rugs from the litany of boutique shops that peppered lower
Manhattan were no more than a fancy coating over her own life.
Hmph. That was something for a grown-ass woman of almost
thirty to have to admit. But things were changing. Everything she’d
been working toward was finally in her grasp. All she had to do was
go see about her father and then get right back home. To her real
home.
To Manhattan.
Chapter Two
…
After Edith left, Alessandra reheated her breakfast and devoured her
food as if she hadn’t eaten in days. She mused over Edith’s words of
advice. It had been more than ten years since she’d been back
home. Over two since she’d actually spoken to her father. The last
time they talked, she’d asked for five hundred dollars to cover her
rent, as she’d spent too much on a new camera and lighting
equipment—a fact she didn’t share with her father—and he went on
a rant about how she was living; what was she ever going to do with
her life; why couldn’t she come home?
She’d railed right back about how it was her choice. She was
grown. She had a life in New York as a photographer. Why couldn’t
he understand that and support her dreams?
“You’ll never forgive me. Never. Never. Never. It wasn’t my fault,”
she’d screamed before tossing the phone against the wall.
But the following day, when she’d gone to the bank instead of the
ATM to save on fees and withdraw twenty of her last two hundred
dollars, it stunned her to see that a balance of fifteen hundred had
been wired into her account. She wanted to call and say thank-you,
but thank-you would have meant admitting that her father was right,
and if he was right, then she was wrong about everything. And if
that were true, then her life made little sense.
So, as ashamed as she was to admit it now, one day turned into
two, then a week, a month. The more time that passed, the harder
it became to turn the page back to a simple thank-you. And that was
two years ago.
Now her father needed her. Their roles were reversed. After all
these years.
She could make up for the excuses, the not coming back because
of the ghosts of guilt that still lived in that house and behind her
father’s eyes. As Ms. Edith said, maybe it was time to stop running
from and run to instead.
…
Alessandra boarded the Jitney at Fortieth Street and Lexington
Avenue, hoisted her bags onto the overhead rack, and took a seat in
the last row next to the window. She shoved her hands into the
pockets of her down jacket and felt the cool metal of her ring of
keys. She pulled them out.
The silver key stood out among the faded faux gold of the rest.
She fingered it between her thumb and forefinger. It was the key to
the front door of her father’s house. Her stomach clenched as she
squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn’t blot out the memories that
bloomed to life behind her closed lids.
She’d left that home the week after her eighteenth birthday and
hadn’t been back since. First it was school and study and tests. Then
she was invited to friends’ for the holidays. Summer vacation, she
wanted to hone her photography skills. Soon, her father stopped
asking, and she stopped having to come up with excuses as the
years rolled by.
But the distance never seemed to put enough space between her
conscience and the past.
She leaned her head against the back of the seat, tucked her arms
tightly around her body, and between the warmth of the Jitney and
its steady movement she drifted into an uneasy sleep, plagued by
images she couldn’t understand.
…
Two hours later, the Jitney pulled into the last stop. The dozen or so
passengers filed out, met by family and friends in big warm cars and
SUVs. Alessandra sloshed down the narrow street to the cabstand,
pulling her bags behind her, the plastic wheels banging and bumping
across the snow-dusted cobblestones. After a brief wait, she piled
everything into a green taxi. The closer she drew to her destination,
the faster her heart raced.
When the driver pulled up in front of her childhood home, a
modest, two-story, white-framed house with black trim, a simple
front porch and a neat lawn all blanketed in snow, her pulse
quickened and a flood of heat rolled through her limbs.
The driver got out and took her bags from the trunk, then set
them on the curb. He gave her a quick nod, got back in the car, and
pulled away. She froze, as stiff as the icy branches.
She stood there for a moment, staring at the house, the darkened
windows, the short lane to the front door covered in snow. This was
a terrible mistake. What had she been thinking, coming here?
She had to get back to the city where she belonged. She stumbled
toward the curb, hoping to wave down the cab driver. Too late—the
taillights were disappearing into the twilight. Her heart thumped as
she turned back toward the house, dragged in an open-mouthed
breath of bitter cold air—then finally draped her tote and laptop bag
over her shoulder, propped her carryall atop her suitcase, and
released the handle. She trudged to the front door, stopped at the
first step of the porch, and fished for the key.
“Hey, excuse me. Can I help you?”
Her body went on alert. She glanced over her shoulder, drawn by a
voice that flowed like a lazy river with the intention of dragging you
away from shore. The porch lights cast a shadow across a tall, bulky
physique. Lovely. The last thing she needed on top of everything
else was to be a victim in a Lifetime movie.
“Help me?” she asked, a lift of indignation in her voice. “Into my
own house? No, I don’t think so. I’m fine, thanks.”
He held up his gloved hands in surrender. “My bad. Sometimes I
forget myself with the whole woman-independence thing. You got
this.” He bit back a grin.
She rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, then grabbed
the handle of the suitcase. But no sooner did she take a step than
the suitcase got stuck in the drift. Great. Now she was the Lifetime
movie, and she looked like a fool.
“You must be Jerry’s daughter.”
She tossed the guy a look. He was just standing there with his
arms folded, watching her.
She tugged, and the carryall perched on top tumbled onto the
snow. She bent down and spewed a curse. And when she glanced
up, and his face became illuminated by the one lamp on the short
street, she nearly tumbled backward. The air stuck for an instant in
her chest, and she coughed as a blink of recognition came and
disappeared.
“Whoa.” The man helped her to her feet. His fingers clutched her
upper arm, and the contact appeared to shock them both. He
cleared his throat and took a step back.
Alessandra came eye to chin with the body and the voice. Her
gaze drifted up. Her eyes snapped like the lens of her camera,
capturing the half smile that was a mixture of sexy and “I told you
so,” the dark eyes, sleek lashes, smooth skin. Oddly familiar. But that
wasn’t possible.
“Thanks,” she managed.
This time, he didn’t bother to ask. He reached for her bags, lifted
the suitcase, and carried it under his arm as if it were no more
significant than an empty backpack, carrying the smaller one in his
other hand. “Alessandra Fleming, right?” They inched up the three
steps to the porch landing.
She adjusted her tote and computer bag on her shoulder. “Are we
supposed to know each other?” she asked, feeling anxious and
perturbed by whoever this guy was.
He chuckled. “Not directly.”
“Meaning?”
“I try to check in on your father when I’m in town to see my
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Chænichthys rhinoceratus from Kerguelen’s Land (see Fig. 108,
p. 291); and Ch. esox from the Straits of Magelhaen.
Other genera belonging to this group are Aphritis, Acanthaphritis,
Eleginus, Chænichthys, and Chimarrhichthys from the South Pacific
and Antarctic zone; Cottoperca from the west coast of Patagonia;
Percophis from the coast of Southern Brazil; and Trichodon from the
coast of Kamtschatka.
3. In the Pinguipedina the body is covered with small scales; the
eye lateral; the lateral line continuous; and the intermaxillary is armed
with a larger tooth on its posterior portion, as in many Labroids.
Two genera, Pinguipes and Latilus, from various parts of tropical
and sub-tropical seas, belong to this group.
4. In the Pseudochromides, the lateral line is interrupted or not
continued to the caudal fin; they have one continuous dorsal only.
These fishes are inhabitants of coral reefs or coasts:
Opisthognathus, Pseudochromis, Cichlops, and Pseudoplesiops.
5. In the Nototheniina the lateral line is interrupted; and the
dorsal fin consists of two separate portions.
They (with others) represent in the Antarctic zone the Cottoids of
the Northern Hemisphere: they have the same habits as their
northern analogues. In Notothenia, which on the southern extremity
of South America, in New Zealand, Kerguelen’s Land, etc., is
represented by about twenty species, the body is covered with
ctenoid scales, and the bones of the head are unarmed; whilst
Harpagifer, a small species with a similar range as Notothenia, has
the body naked, and the operculum and sub-operculum armed with
long and strong spines.
Ninth Family—Malacanthidæ.
Body elongate, with very small scales; mouth with thick lips; a
strong tooth posteriorly on the intermaxillary. Dorsal and anal fins
very long, the former with a few simple rays anteriorly; ventrals
thoracic, with one spine and five rays. Gill-opening wide, with the gill-
membranes united below the throat. Ten abdominal and fourteen
caudal vertebræ.
One genus only, Malacanthus, with three species from tropical
seas.
Tenth Family—Batrachidæ.
Head broad and thick; body elongate, compressed behind; skin
naked or with small scales. No bony stay for the præoperculum.
Teeth conical, small or of moderate size. The spinous dorsal consists
of two or three spines only; the soft and the anal long. Ventrals
jugular, with two soft rays; pectorals not pediculated. Gill-opening a
more or less vertical slit before the pectoral, rather narrow.
Carnivorous fishes, of small size, living on the bottom of the sea
near the coast in the tropical zone, some species advancing into the
warmer parts of the temperate zones.
Batrachus.—The spinous dorsal is formed by three stout spines.
Gill-covers armed with spines. Circumference of the mouth and other
parts of the head frequently provided with small skinny tentacles.
Some of the fishes of this genus possess a subcutaneous
spacious cavity behind the base of the pectoral fin, the inside of
which is coated with a reticulated mucous membrane. It opens by a
foramen in the upper part of the axil.—This apparatus is the same
which is found in many Siluroid fishes, and which has been noticed
above, p. 192. There cannot be any doubt that it is a secretory
organ, but whether the secretion has any poisonous properties, as in
the Siluroids, or as in Thalassophryne, has not been determined. No
instance of poisonous wounds having been inflicted by these fishes
is on record. Twelve species are known, the distribution of which
coincides with that of the family; one very fine species, B. didactylus,
occurs in the Mediterranean.
Thalassophryne.—The spinous dorsal is formed by two spines
only, each of which is hollow, like the opercular spine, and conveys
the contents of a poison-bag situated at its base. Canine teeth none.
Fig. 208.—Thalassophryne reticulata.
Two species are known from the Atlantic and Pacific coasts of
Central America. The poison-apparatus is more perfectly developed
than any other known at present in the class of fishes; it has been
described above, p. 192. The species figured, Th. reticulata, is not
uncommon at Panama, and attains to a length of fifteen inches.
Porichthys.—Two small dorsal spines; a canine tooth on each
side of the vomer.
Two species, from the Atlantic and Pacific sides of Central and
South America.
Eleventh Family—Psychrolutidæ.
Body rather elongate, naked; head broad. Spinous dorsal
separate or absent. Ventral fins close together, thoracic, composed
of a few rays. Teeth small. Three gills and a half; pseudobranchiæ
well developed; gill-openings of moderate width, the gill-membranes
being attached to the isthmus.
Of this family only two representatives are known, viz.
Psychrolutes paradoxus, from Vancouver’s Islands, without first
dorsal fin; and Neophrynichthys latus, from New Zealand, with two
dorsal fins. Both are very scarce marine fishes.
Twelfth Family—Pediculati.
Head and anterior part of the body very large, without scales. No
bony stay for the præoperculum. Teeth villiform or rasp-like. The
spinous dorsal is advanced forwards, composed of a few more or
less isolated spines, often transformed into tentacles; or entirely
absent. Ventral fins jugular, with four or five soft rays, sometimes
absent. The carpal bones are prolonged, forming a sort of arm,
terminating in the pectoral. Gill-opening reduced to a small foramen,
situated in or near the axil. Gills two and a half, or three, or three and
a half; pseudobranchiæ generally absent.
This family contains a larger number of bizarre forms than any
other; and there is, perhaps, none in which the singular organisation
of the fish is more distinctly seen to be in consonance with its habits.
Pediculates are found in all seas. The habits of all are equally
sluggish and inactive; they are very bad swimmers; those found near
the coasts lie on the bottom of the sea, holding on with their arm-like
pectoral fins by seaweed or stones, between which they are hidden;
those of pelagic habits attach themselves to floating seaweed or
other objects, and are at the mercy of wind and current. A large
proportion of the genera, therefore, have gradually found their way to
the greatest depths of the ocean; retaining all the characteristics of
their surface-ancestors, but assuming the modifications by which
they are enabled to live in abyssal depths.
Lophius.—Head exceedingly large, broad, depressed, with the
eyes on its upper surface; cleft of the mouth very wide. Jaws and
palate armed with rasp-like depressible teeth of unequal size. Body
naked; bones of the head armed with numerous spines. The three
anterior dorsal spines are isolated, situated on the head, and modified
into long tentacles; the three following spines form a continuous fin;
the soft dorsal and anal short. Gills three. Young individuals have the
tentacles beset with lappets, and most of the fin-rays prolonged into
filaments.
These fishes are well known under the names “Fishing-Frog,”
“Frog-fishes,” “Anglers,” or “Sea-devils.” They are coast-fishes, living
at very small depths. Four species are known: the British species (L.
piscatorius) found all round the coasts of Europe and Western North
America, and on the Cape of Good Hope; a second (Mediterranean)
species, L. budegassa; L. setigerus from China and Japan; and L.
naresii from the Admiralty Islands.
Thirteenth Family—Cottidæ.
Form of the body oblong, sub-cylindrical. Cleft of the mouth
lateral. Dentition feeble, generally in villiform bands. Some bones of
the head are armed; and a bony stay connects the præopercular
spine with the infraorbital ring. Two dorsal fins (rarely one), the
spinous being less developed than the soft and than the anal.
Ventrals thoracic, with five or less soft rays.
The fishes of this family are of small size, bad swimmers, and
generally living on the bottom, near the coasts, of almost all the
arctic, temperate, and tropical seas. Only a few live in fresh water.
They prefer shallow to deep water; and there is only one instance
known of a member of this family living at a great depth, viz. Cottus
bathybius from the Japanese sea, which is stated to have been
dredged in a depth of 565 fathoms. Fossil representatives are few in
number: two or three species of Trigla; others, although having a
general resemblance to the genus Cottus, were covered with ctenoid
scales, and therefore are referred to a distinct genus, Lepidocottus;
they are from tertiary formations.
Cottus.—Head broad, depressed, rounded in front; body sub-
cylindrical, compressed posteriorly. Scaleless; lateral line present.
Pectoral rounded, with some or all the rays simple. Jaws and vomer
with villiform teeth; palatine teeth none.
The “Bull-heads” or “Miller’s Thumbs” are small fishes from the
shores and fresh waters of the northern temperate zone. Some forty
species are known; the greater number live in the northern half of the
temperate zone. On the shore, as well as in rivers, they prefer rocky
or stony to muddy ground, lying concealed between the stones, and
watching for their prey, which consists of small crustaceans and
other aquatic animals. The common British Miller’s Thumb (C. gobio)
is found in almost all suitable fresh waters of Northern and Central
Europe, especially in small streams, and extends into Northern Asia.
Other freshwater species abound in North America and Northern
Asia. Cottus scorpius and C. bubalis, the common European marine
species, range across the Atlantic to the American coasts. The male
is said to construct a nest, for the reception of the spawn, of
seaweeds and stones, and to anxiously watch and defend his
offspring. The spine at the angle of the præoperculum, which is
simple in the majority of the freshwater species, is frequently armed
with accessory processes, and antler-like, in marine.
Cantridermichthys differs from Cottus in having teeth on the
palatine bones.
Eleven species are known, distributed like Cottus, but absent in
Europe and North-western Asia.
Icelus.—Head large, armed at the gill-covers and on the neck;
body with a dorsal series of bony plates from the neck to the base of
the caudal; lateral line with osseous tubercles; scattered scales on the
sides and abdomen. Ventrals thoracic, with less than five rays. No
pectoral filaments. Villiform teeth in the jaws, on the vomer and
palatine bones.
Represents Cottus in the far north; I. hamatus is common in
Spitzbergen and Greenland, and has been found in abundance in
lat. 81° 44’.
Platycephalus.—Head broad, much depressed, more or less
armed with spines; body depressed behind the head, sub-cylindrical
towards the tail, covered with ctenoid scales. Two dorsal fins; the first
spine isolated from the others. Ventrals thoracic, but rather remote
from the base of the pectorals. Villiform teeth in the jaws, on the
vomer and palatine bones.
Two dorsal fins. Three free pectoral rays. Villiform teeth. Air-
bladder generally with lateral muscles, often divided into two lateral
halves. The species may be referred to three groups:—
1. Palatine teeth none; scales exceedingly small, except those of
the lateral line: Trigla.
2. Palatine teeth none; scales of moderate size: Lepidotrigla.
3. Palatine teeth present: Prionotus.
Fig. 214.—Trigla pleuracanthica.
Fourteenth Family—Cataphracti.
Form of the body elongate, sub-cylindrical. Dentition feeble. Body
completely cuirassed with osseous keeled scales or plates. A bony
stay connects the angle of the præoperculum with the infraorbital
ring. Ventrals thoracic.
Marine fishes, and partly pelagic. Petalopteryx, from the chalk of
Mount Lebanon, is supposed to have a resemblance to
Dactylopterus.
Agonus.—Head and body angular, covered with bony plates. Two
dorsal fins; no pectoral appendages. Small teeth in the jaws.
Small fishes, from the northern parts of the temperate zone and
extending into the Arctic Ocean; the genus reappears in the
Southern Hemisphere on the coast of Chile. Of the eleven species
known, one (A. cataphractus) is not uncommon on the coast of Great
Britain.
Aspidophoroides, from Greenland, has a very similar form of the
body, but possesses one short dorsal fin only.
Siphagonus.—With the snout produced into a long tube like a
Syngnathus; chin prominent, with a barbel.
From Behring’s Strait and Japan.
Peristethus.—Head parallelopiped, with the upper surface and
the sides entirely bony; each præorbital prolonged into a long flat
process, projecting beyond the snout. Body cuirassed with large bony
plates. One continuous dorsal, or two dorsals, of which the second is
the more developed. Two free pectoral appendages. Teeth none;
lower jaw with barbels.
Singularly shaped fishes, of rather small size, from the
Mediterranean, the warmer parts of the Atlantic, and the Indian
Ocean; of the ten species known one species only has been found in
the Pacific, near the Sandwich Islands. The European species is P.
cataphractum. They are not common, and probably inhabit greater
depths than the Gurnards, with which they have much in common as
regards their habits.
Fifteenth Family—Pegasidæ.
Body entirely covered with bony plates, anchylosed on the trunk
and movable on the tail. Barbels none. The margin of the upper jaw
is formed by the intermaxillaries and their cutaneous prolongation,
which extends downwards to the extremity of the maxillaries. Gill-
cover formed by a large plate, homologous to the operculum,
præoperculum, and sub-operculum; interoperculum a long fine bone,
hidden below the gill-plate. One rudimentary branchiostegal. The gill-
plate is united with the isthmus by a narrow membrane; gill-openings
narrow, in front of the base of the pectoral fin. Gills four, lamellated.
Pseudobranchiæ and air-bladder absent. One short dorsal and anal
fin, opposite to each other. Ventral fin present. Ovarian sacs closed.
One genus only is known, Pegasus. Its pectoral fins are broad,
horizontal, long, composed of simple rays, some of which are
sometimes spinous. Ventral fins one- or two-rayed. Upper part of the
snout produced into a shorter or longer process. Mouth inferior,
toothless. Suborbital ring well developed, forming a suture with the
gill-cover. Vertebræ in small number, thin; no ribs. Four species are
known, two of which are of a shorter, and the two others of a longer
form. The former are P. draconis, common in the Indian Ocean, and
P. volans, which is frequently stuck by the Chinese into the insect-
boxes which they manufacture for sale. The two elongate species, P.
natans and P. lancifer, are from the Chinese and Australian coasts.
They are all very small fishes, probably living on sandy shoal places
near the coast.
First Family—Discoboli.
Body thick or oblong, naked or tubercular. Teeth small. Ventral
fins with one spine and five rays, all being rudimentary and forming
the osseous support of a round disk, which is surrounded by a
cutaneous fringe. Gill-openings narrow, the gill-membranes being
attached to the isthmus.
Carnivorous fishes, living at the bottom of the shores of northern
seas. By their ventral disk they are enabled to attach themselves
very firmly to rocks.
Cyclopterus.—Body thick, short, covered with a viscous,
tubercular skin. Head large, snout short. Villiform teeth in the jaws,
none on the palate. Skeleton soft, with but little earthy matter.
Fig. 218.—Cyclopterus lumpus. a, Ventral disk.
Three species of “Lump-suckers” are known from the northern
temperate and the arctic zones. The common North European and
North American species, C. lumpus, is known also by the names of
“Cock- and Hen-Paddle.” It attains to a length of twenty-four inches,
but generally is much smaller. It is difficult to remove it from any
object to which it once has attached itself by means of its sucking-
disk. Its skin is so thick as to more or less entirely conceal the first
dorsal fin; it is covered with rough tubercles, the larger ones being
arranged in four series along each side of the body. In young
specimens these tubercles are absent. The arctic species, C.
spinosus, has large conical plates on the head and body, each plate
with a spine in the centre. Also of this species the young are naked,
the plates making only gradually their appearance, in the form of
groups of tubercles. Their development is irregular, as young
specimens of the same size may be entirely naked or tubercular.
This species ranges beyond the 81° lat. N.