92 OUR CARCINOLOGICAL FRIENDS. 
his claim right by the Carlyleian logic and morals, 
viz., might. Quite often from these encounters a 
terrible mutilation results. To us it is a sad sight 
to see the little hermit when his time has come, and 
he knows it; that is, when Eupagurus must die. 
However droll his career may have been, the little 
hermit is grave then. And what a strange fact it 
is! Who can explain it? The poor little fellow 
comes out of his house to die. Yes, in order to 
die. To us humans home is the only right place 
to die in. But for Eupagurus home has no attrac- 
tions at this solemn time. Poor fellow! with a sad 
look and melancholy movement he of his own will 
quits the house for which he fought so well. Those 
antennee, or feelers; that often stood out so pro- 
vokingly and were so often poked into everybody’s 
business, now lie prone and harmless. The eyes 
have lost their pertness. There lies the houseless 
hermit on that mossy rock, stone dead.” 
The two species of hermit occurring on our coast 
can be readily distinguished from each other by 
their size and the differ- 
ence in the shape of the 
big claw. The ‘ warty 
hermit’ (Hupagurus pol- 
licaris), the larger spe- 
cies, inhabits the shells 
of the big Naticas and 
the Fulgurs, and can be 
LitrLe HERMIT Caecnnas longicar- Jmmediately recognized 
by its coarse broad claws, 
which in great part close up the aperture of the 
