sessed of a body so transparent and yet so lustrous. 

 It glitters with all the fiery colors of an opal. 

 Equally striking is the single eye each individual 

 carries at the forefront of its body; this is posi- 

 tively dazzling; it shines like a golden ball in the 

 rays of the noonday sun . . . 



Upon whatever business these cyclopean crea- 

 tures are bent, it is hard to determine. Here and 

 there, and to and fro, they skitter, stopping only 

 for short intervals at the end of each excursion, 

 seemingly having no other purpose than to explore 

 the neighborhood. If they are finding food, the act 

 escapes me, as I am aware of nothing within sight 

 that they can eat. But they cut short my inquiry, 

 presently, by abruptly disappearing, one after the 

 other, into a black cavernous opening near the 

 edge of the field. 



With somewhat of the physical sensations of an 

 aviator reconnoitering an unknown terrain, I pre- 

 pare to make a survey of the entire landscape — 

 moonscape would perhaps be the apter word, so 

 like another planet is the view — when I am 

 arrested by a Something which is stealthily emerg- 

 ing from the cavern at the side. 



What seems to be a transparent and highly 



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