130 WEST AMERICAN SHELLS 
and the picturesque is the home of a very humble 
but very interesting mollusk, named EH piphrag- 
mophora dupetithouarst, Desh., the Point Cypress 
Snail, shown in Figure 107. During the summer 
months I have sought 
them under the old 
eypresses, and have 
found them quietly 
sleeping under old 
logs, behind pieces of loose bark, among the twigs 
forming a wood-rat’s nest, and in other out of the 
way places. Many empty shells also I found, to 
my great regret, for each had a hole in the side or 
near the apex, showing that the occupant’s life had 
been violently taken. For this act of vandalism 
the blue-jays were evidently responsible, and even 
while I was collecting my few specimens, these 
saucy birds stormed and scolded in the trees, as if 
I, and not they, was the real robber. I verily fear 
that these reckless marauders will speedily rob 
Cypress Point of one of its chiefest attractions. 
AN NAN 
Fig. 107 
However, I took away a number of dormant 
specimens of the snail, as well as a good number 
of the best shells which the jays had dared to dese- 
erate, and after their long summer’s sleep I placed 
some of the former in a fernery, and sprinkled 
them with water. After a few hours they slowly 
pushed themselves out into the open world and 
became quite lively for snails, and seemed to en- 
joy their state of captivity to a very reasonable 
degree. One of these captives posed for his pic- 
