Fiddler- and Hermit-Crabs. 75 
One at Home, the Other House-Hunting. 
But the matter does not always go on pleasantly. Two 
house-hunters may find the same tenement. Should they 
both desire it, then comes the tug of war. Dwell together 
they neither can nor will. Recourse is had to battle, in 
which the stronger proves his claim right by the rule of 
might. In these encounters terrible mutilations quite often 
occur. 
Asan offset to all this bad feeling and bloodshed, it is a 
sad sight to see the little Hermit when his time comes to die. 
However droll his career may have been, he is now very 
grave, for he knows he must part with life and all its joys 
and pleasures. Who can explain the strange fact? The 
poor little fellow comes out of his house to die. Yes, to die. 
To us humans home is the only fit place to die in, but to Eu- 
pagurus it has no attractions at this solemn time. Poor 
fellow! With asad look and a melancholy movement he 
quits of his own will the house for which he fought so well. 
Those feelers that often stood out so provokingly, and that 
were quite as often poked into everybody’s business, now 
lie prone and harmless; the eyes have lost their pertness, 
