CREATURES OF DARKNESS 227 



They were fleeing from the Hght. Into the darkest portions 

 of the cave they went, far into the shadowy corners. Little by 

 Httle the chirpings and the squeaking ceased, the flutterings and 

 the shufflings became still. One by one the bats suspended 

 themselves in the crevices— living portieres of brown fur and 

 wrinkled wing, row upon row, tier upon tier— and went to 

 sleep. The pink glow around the hole turned red and very 

 gently a ray of sunlight stole into the cavern. The day had 

 come, with its activity for half of nature, and its complete 

 stillness for the bats. 



