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DINING ON CRABS. 
and for beetles we bad no appetite. Crabs, how- 
ever, there were in such abundance that we had 
only to pick and choose. So we waded, bare- 
legged, into the lake, and in the shallows of the 
fresh-water we captured these desirable crustaceans, 
of the species known as Eriocheir japonicus. Each 
specimen as it was captured was cast upon the 
glowing embers. Biscuit we had, and wild onions 
grew in the sand around. Serene and undisturbed 
in that wild spot, Avhere no boatswain's pipe assailed 
our ears, where no “bear a hand” was heard, and 
where the noise and bustle of the ship were quite 
forgotten, we thankfully cooked our crabs, and 
enjoyed our frugal meal. 
Some “ Innocent ” not yet versed in the deep 
mysteries of beetle-lore, and not inured to the toils 
of beetle-hunting, who may never have seen, as 
I have, the indefatigable Doctor Power on his 
stomach in a ditch, spectacles on nose, and the 
perspiration streaming down his checks with his 
fossorial exertions, may imagine that because I 
have some thousand beetles nicely carded in my 
