362 NATURE-STUDY REVIEW 



9:48 a. m. 



No change. I have just read this history to Mr. Stout, a 

 blind man who is quite well versed in the ways of bugs, and he 

 assured me that there might be no change for two weeks. 



Shade of Virgil ! How can I write a history if nothing happens ? 

 9:27 a. m., July 10. 



All's quiet along the Potomac. To-morrow I am going to 

 carry the eggs up to Robert's Hall and look at them with a micro- 

 scope. That will show if any of them are chipped. 

 5:57 p. m. 



There has been no change, and it was a good day for hatching 

 too, warm and damp. 



The young man in the room next to mine played some weird 

 music that sounded like two wire hair pins being scratched with a 

 rusty nail. I had hopes that the beetles would come out to get 

 away from it, but they didn't. They were also serenaded by a 

 phonograph played by a nearby neighbor boy. My landlady 

 told me that his mind is weak. I could not help wondering if it 

 had lost its strength after hearing his records. No matter; 

 these musicians have added to my scientific knowledge. Potato 

 beetle eggs are absolutely lacking in musical appreciation. 

 9:55 p. m. 



Eggs remain just the same. They had such a parched look 

 that I put them out of the window on the porch roof in the rain. 

 10:00 p. m. 



I have brought them in again but they do not look much re- 

 freshed. To-morrow I shall take them to class and get expert 

 advice about them. 

 8:15 a. m., July 11. 



Professor Detwiler looked at the eggs and pronounced them 

 sound. I had put several rain drops from an elm leaf over them. 

 He said not to bathe them any more, and that it might require 

 eight days for them to hatch. 



I found a bottle and I intend to put them into it, set them on the 

 window sill, and not look at them again until I hear them chirping. 

 10:35 p. m. 



Great excitement! I believe they are hatching! There are 

 four black spots on the eggs that were not there this morning 

 If we were in Pittsburgh I would know it was soot but in Cornell 

 it must be bugs. 



