All really great music is an acquired taste." "I don't like it," remarked Cap'n Bill.

"It might do all right to stir up a racket New Year's Eve, but to call that screechin' music--" Just then the crabs started fiddling again, harder than ever, and as it promised to be a long performance, they left the little creatures scraping away at their fiddles as if for dear life and swam along the rocky canyon until, on turning a corner, they came upon a new and different scene.
There were crabs here, too, many of them, and they were performing the queerest antics imaginable.

Some were building themselves into a pyramid, each standing on edge, with the biggest and strongest ones at the bottom.

When the crabs were five or six rows high, they would all tumble over, still clinging to one another and, having reached the ground, they would separate and commence to build the pyramid over again.

Others were chasing one another around in a circle, always moving backward or sidewise, and trying to play "leapfrog" as they went.