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or the sane one twice -- and yet bo unable to come up with any others* 
Perhaps ho is the surviving member of a dying race* The sun remained hid- 
den during the entire morning* 
In one conch I came upon a very strange little fish living with an 
annulata ginemon© — at least strange to me* It is less than two inches 
long, about the width and color of a blade of turtle grass, and compressed 
to almost the same thinness as a grass blade. It has an oyster white 
dorsal the full length of it, and two slender white fern— like projections 
on the top of its head* It appeared to bo very shy, but came to the 
opening in an old conch in which it and the anemone were living to have a 
look at what was going on* I left it on the bottom and plan to return when 
there is sun to photograph it. I am constantly surprised by the number 
and va.riety of animals that inhabit the area immediately surrounding an 
anemone and appear to be sheltered by it. The annulata is by far the most 
popular refuge* 
In the afternoon, there still being no sun, we collected specimens 
of stomatopods, anemones, and some of their other associates, on the south 
edge of Clifton Bay. We will try to keep them alive and well until tomorrovf* 
August 15* 
Weather has taken a change for the better. We loaded our tub of various 
small marine aninaals -- pistol shrimps and stomatopods for the most part — 
into the boat and went early to the shooting location. We have nine rolls 
