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bit of friction, anfl tvo smll golden gnints about four inches long be^n 
having sosse sort of sparring raatch. They vent at on© another at a great 
rate, whirling and flipping, and sosettes clamping jaws and doing spirals 
that took them several feet up, or spirally, down into the sand. On one 
of these set-tos, they vent sailing out of the enclosure altogether ard 
continued their battle in a scha^ol of grvmts hanging several yards away. 
I assxa^d I Imd photographed all that sort of business I would get. 
However, in a couple of minutes they ca^ae steaming back, shot Tom 
and me, strai^ to the center of the enclosure, and took up their engage- 
ment where they had left off. A couple of movie-struck grunts showing offJ 
July 24, Friday. The big crab is doing well in hie new surroundings — 
as far ac I can tell, anyhow. He is not very desKSnstratlve. His moveronts 
are slow and ponderous, like a mechMical monster. He walked about with 
slow steps Over the coral, and elaisbered up over the tops of the finger 
sponges in the center of the enclosure. In passing he broke off a piece 
of one of the black sponges and put it in his mouth with his great yellow 
claw. 
When the crab earae to rest finally in a spot that suited him I offered 
him another piece of sponge, thinking that possibly that was his food. Not 
interested. The lower ends of hie lege are hairy, somewhat similar to 
those of a lobster, mfiklng me feel tliat possibly this fellow uses them 
for exploring for food in the bottom. I offered him a clam, however, and 
was turned down. He waved it away sajestically with or^ claw. 
Thinking that possibly we could con*a up with some food that the crab 
would enjoy, Tom and I spent seme tim going through the rubble of old 
