The Hunting Wasps 



We were hunting along the ground, step 

 by step, with bent backs, for some of the evi- 

 dences of prehistoric times that abound on 

 the south side of the mountain: serpentine- 

 stone axes, black potsherds, flint arrow-heads 

 and spear-heads, flakes, side-scrapers, cores. 



" What does your master do with those 

 payrardsf " ^ asked a new arrival. 



" He makes them into putty for the gla- 

 ziers," replied Favler, with an air of solemn 

 assurance. 



Another time, I had just gathered a hand- 

 ful of Rabblt-dropplngs In which the mag- 

 nlfylng-glass had shown me a cryptogamous 

 growth worthy of further Inspection. Up 

 comes an Inquisitive person who has seen me 

 carefully packing the precious windfall In a 

 paper bag. He suspects a money-making 

 business, some crazy trade or other. Every- 

 thing, to the countryman, is translatable Into 

 terms of francs and sous. In his eyes, I am 

 making a steady income out of these Rabbit- 

 droppings. 



" What does your master do with those 

 petourlesf " ^ he asks Favler, In ingratiating 

 tones. 



^Gun-flints. — Author's Note. 



^The local expression. — Author's Note. 



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