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themselves there with their hooked claws, hunch 

 up their shoulders until they split the back of the 

 pupa case, then slowly work their way out until 

 they looked like ghost-bugs riding on the back of 

 some queer steed (Fig. 266). 



I could not resist the temptation of putting 

 Fig. 266 with the pupa in a horizontal position, 

 although that is not the position it assumed while 

 the Cicada was coming out of the shell. The 

 ghostly locust itself, at this stage, would be hori- 

 zontal, that is, parallel with the ground, but the 

 thing looked so funny standing upright that I 

 allowed the drawing to be placed in that position. 

 Fig. 267 shows the under side of the harvest fly or 

 Cicada and Fig. 268 shows the young Cicada, 



Once in Kentucky I went to a dance at Latonia 

 Springs. It was one of those old-fashioned South- 

 ern affairs where dancing began at two o'clock 

 in the afternoon, continued until supper time, and 

 indefinitely thereafter. But the reason I remem- 

 ber this particular dance is not because of the pres- 

 ence of many beautiful ladies, although there were 

 assembled there the prettiest girls in the State 

 noted for its beautiful women, nor is it because of 

 the fascination of my partner in the dance, although 



