The Life of the Spider 



ing the country, until she comes to a place that 

 suits her. Should the wind blow at all hard, 

 the voyage is cut short: the cable of the pen- 

 dulum breaks and the beastie is carried for 

 some distance on its cord. 



To sum up, although, on the whole, the 

 tactics of the exodus remain much the same, 

 the two spinstresses of my region best-versed 

 in the art of weaving mothers' wallets failed 

 to come up to my expectations. I went to the 

 trouble of rearing them, with disappointing 

 results. Where shall I find again the wonder- 

 ful spectacle which the Cross Spider offered 

 me by chance? I shall find it — in an 

 even more striking fashion — among humbler 

 Spiders whom I had neglected to observe. 



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