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plain, now in close formation, elsewhere in open ranks. In places I 
estimated a thousand soldiers occupied a space five feet square, each 
crowding his neighbor. Each soldier held his arms aloft in the air, 
and the greatest activity prevailed. 
When my presence in their midst was discovered, what a scurry- 
ing! All prepared for a masterly retreat. Some sped away to the 
shallow waters near by, and sought concealment beneath the decaying 
leaves of the mangle bushes. Others sought holes in the plain that 
were too close fitting — into which the soldier vainly tried to crowd 
himself, often with success except for his big right arm, which he had 
to leave outside, conspicuous in the bright sun because of its ivory 
whiteness ! These big right arms or hands were frequently left- 
handed instead. 
For three successive days this big army paraded up and down 
that portion of the island — each day displaying a smaller number of 
soldiers. On my last tramp across the island the grounds were de- 
serted as at first — only here and there a dismembered leg or arm 
showing the tragedies of war. Some had become food for birds, 
others had become victims to prowling coyotes. 
These brave soldiers I believe were specifically identical with 
others found years ago at Todos Santos Bay, Baja California, which 
were identified as Gclasimtis hrevipes. Some went into alcohol for 
the U. S. National Museum, and if not true I will try to correct the 
determination. Has the Fiddler Crab ever been found in Alta Cali- 
fornia? C. R. Orcutt, 
San Diego, California. 
A LOCALITY OF ARCHAEOLOGICAL INTEREST 
The study of archaeology is of more or less general interest. 
There are few indeed who are not interested, though but slightly, in 
the races that, in days long gone by, sprang from and returned to 
this hoary old earth. Each lived here its brief hour and went its 
way; each serving as a step in the ladder of progress that has devel- 
oped the present civilization, which soars onward, to end where? 
Who can doubt that in the infinite future the poor relics of our pres- 
ent existence will appear to the Superman even as the crude relics 
of the dead ages appear to us. 
We search the records of the past: here a rude picture painted 
upon a cliff, there a bone found in a gravel bed, and slowly the story 
of the march through the centuries unfolds and reveals the thin 
thread binding us to the animal-savage of countless years ago. We 
find civilizations growing and decaying, and later civilizations building 
with the dust of the former. We read in their ruins of vast hordes 
who lived and loved and toiled and died; of generation succeeding 
generation, each growing more prolific in culture and art, and then 
