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•something wrong and wheeling about went careering down the walk, driven 

 by the breeze to the east. She slowed up as much as she was able, but just 

 as she reached her former turning point an unkind gust struck and upset her. 

 compelling her to let go of the worm while she struggled to her feet. The worm 

 was carried half a yard beyond her and left in plain sight on the walk. She was 

 bewildered for a few moments, then began an agitated search for the lost 

 prize. Her eyesight was evidently of little use, for at first she walked about in 

 an aimless manner but was soon travelling in circles like a dog locating a scent. 

 As this produced no results she rose to wing and sailed above the walk, her long 

 legs just trailing the surface of the cement as she flew. The circles gradually 

 grew larger and she varied flying with running, always keeping close to the 

 surface. The search appeared to be hopeless when all at once, in one of her 

 wider sweeps, she managed to stumble across the outstretched worm. Instantly 

 she straddled it, grasped it with her jaws and again headed west into the wind, 

 just why she spent so much valuable time chasing up and down this walk will 

 alwa\s remain a m>stery for, as subsequent history shows, she was merely 

 wasting time and getting nowhere. But the facts are recorded as they occurred. 



This excursion took her fully seventy-five feet into the wind, and she walked, 

 hopped, ran and flew in short flights as if in haste to arrive somewhere. At 

 brief intervals a short rest was taken, for the muscular exertion must have been 

 tremendous in the teeth of the gusty wind with the load she was carrying. 



Once more, and for the last time, she turned squarely about and headed 

 east. She blew along in spasmodic fashion, now fast, now slow, seldom pausing 

 e^-en for an instant. At times she would run headlong for a yard or more, her 

 abdomen held high in air and her long legs racing. Then she would make leaps 

 of a foot or more, several in succession, then perhaps drag herself wearily along 

 for a few steps as if tired out. For a hundred feet she drove with the wind to 

 the east. Then, in some unknown way she got her bearings and turned directly 

 into the grass lawn, moving south. This was really the most trying part of her 

 entire trip, for although she was out of the wind she was at once involved in a 

 jungle of tangled, close-clipped grass tufts through which she had to thread 

 her way. Necessarily her route was far from being an air line since she had to 

 accommodate herself to the surface obstructions and go around where she could 

 not go through. This fact of itself must have embarassed her in finding her 

 destination, at least a human, like you or I, would undoubtedh- have lost our 

 way under similar conditions. But she kept steadily on, followed as closely 

 by the writer as was deemed wise, although she appeared oblivious of his presence 

 during the entire episode. 



During her lawn journey she was first in the shade of one house, then 

 of a second. Each time she emerged from the shade she topped and stretched 

 herself in the grateful warmth before continuing. The second time she did 

 this she released her victim and walked away a few steps. Returning, she almost 

 immediately straddled the prize to pick it up but had evidently made the mis- 

 take of changing ends, for she promptly reversed her position and then seemed 

 satisfied. Up to now she had been going mainly south but all at once changed 

 her course and went southwest as if she were steering by some invisible star, 

 and from that time until she reached her destination, held consistenth' on this 

 new quarter. The vicious wind that blew directly across her line of march 



