How one life changed many other.

Go another freedom of the fish. A number of species (salmon, shad, eels, sturgeon, etc..) Bear the same fresh water of the sea, alternate, and regularly move from one to the other. Several families of fish have marine and river species (eg, rays, catfish).

However, this degree of heat, such food, such a habit, seem to set them, corral them in as free element. The warm seas are like a wall for polar species, which are intractable: on the contrary, of warm seas are stopped by the cold currents of the Cape of Good Hope. We only know two or three fish species cosmopolitan, are few and those who frequent the high seas. Most are coastal and no pleasure in certain costs. Fish of the United States belong to other species that dwell in Europe. Add some specialties like that but not strung all, of the hold. The line bungle in the mud and dab on sandy bottoms, the preserve is perched on the under-funding, the brunette place over the rocks, and the pole on the sand, the crossbow in the shallow water on a bed of hard corals. The scorpion and sometimes nothing other flies, chased by other fish spear, sostiénese in the air, and if you hunt the birds, then dives into the sea.

The popular proverb: “Happy as a fish in water,” expresses a truth. During the calm air balloon more or less loaded and allows weight graduating, he navigates his taste suspended between two stools. It is anticipated quiet, rocked, caressed by the wave, and while walking, sleep if you want. Be at once tight and isolated the substance that makes your skin oily and slippery scales and waterproof. Its temperature is very variable, almost always the same, not too cold or too hot. What a terrible difference between a life as comfortable and enjoy that we are given to us, inhabitants of the earth! At each step we find a roughness, an obstacle. The rough stone ground puts us in step, we fatigue, annihilates us, forcing us to rise, fall and rise again to its slopes. The air changes with the seasons, and sometimes all too cruel. The water, the rain falls cold days and nights ruthlessly penetrates our bodies, we are constipated, sometimes freezes besetting our hair and feverish with the sharp tips of the crystals.

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