Hence the name, Bleeding Tooth.

Here the father, getting old, has lost two teeth, bleeding much; and this being the old grandfather, all teeth are gone, again.

Yes, curious family! You kindly accept these persons, madam, with a wish that you never suffer of this manner." Mrs.Isaac Cutter drew a long breath, and took the shells with a look of delighted awe.

"Well, I'm sure!" she said, "you're more than kind, sir.
I never thought--I do declare--Bleeding Tooth! Well, father, if that isn't something to tell the folks at home!" Mr.Isaac Cutter grunted, well pleased, and said, "That so!" several times, his vocabulary being limited.
"Again, here," the Skipper continued, with a glance around, to make sure that his audience was attentive, "again, here a curious thing, ladies and gentlemen.

The Nighthawk shell, not common in any part of the world.
The two halves held together of this manner, behold the nighthawk, as he flies through the air!" A murmur of delight ran through the little group, and Mr.Endymion Scraper edged to the front, his fingers twitching convulsively.
"How much--how much do you want for that Nighthawk ?" he asked, stammering with eagerness.