NATURE'S CRAFTSMEN 



At all events, our rampant emmet porter there upon 

 the stone curb's verge, committing her pellet of yellow 

 wood-clust to the transfer of the wind and to the cavern- 

 ous deep of the 

 gutter, has plainly 

 some idea of the 

 situation. She 

 knows her meets 

 and bounds and 

 the aidant features 

 of the topography, 

 and goes to and 

 fro with the accu- 

 racy of a carter 

 to his dump. That 

 implies at least 

 an automatic sort 

 of intelligence. 

 Moreover, the re- 

 lations of these 

 insects to the 

 natural elemental 

 forces seem to dif- 

 fer in temper from 

 those that appear 

 between them and 

 the vital objects 

 that beset them. 

 For example, the 

 winds, rains, and 

 running waters are 

 often rude invaders of emmet homes and preserves. 

 In such cases the attitude of the sufferers appears 



us 



A CAIIPENTKK ANT DUMPING A PELLET OF 

 WOOD INTO A CITY GLITTER 



