IN FEATHERS AND FUR. 237 
another of them. Then ten feet off, perhaps, there won't be one 
of them to be seen. 
As long as the tide is out they never stop work ; but the first 
tiny wavelet that comes up, they all vanish into their holes, and 
every little pill is washed off. That don't seem to discourage them, 
however, for the minute the tide leaves the beach bare again, there 
they are, all busy making pills as though they had the world to 
supply. 
You can call this curious little fellow a Doctor, but if you want 
to give him his common name, you must call him the Pill-making 
Crab, and if you are ambitious and want to be very scientific, you 
must call him Sphcerapocia Collingwoodu That is, if you can pro- 
nounce such a dreadful name. 
