INSECTS AND CIVILIZATION 



holds a multitude of stanch believers in the heroine's 

 theory when she heard a cricket shrilling in the new 

 home: "It's sure to brmg us good-fortune, John! It 

 always has been so. To have a cricket on the hearth 

 is the luckiest thing in the world." Nevertheless, the 

 creaking chirrup of the harmless creature has been 

 deemed a harbinger of death. Is it not the Spectator 

 who somewhere avers that the voice of the cricket has 

 struck more terror than the roaring of a lion? 



