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THE 

 AWAKENING MUMMIES 



June joth 



HAT an odd dumb-show is going 

 on out here under the oak-trees 

 the woods ! for almost any day 

 now, if our eyes are sharp enough, 

 we may surprise some such quaint 

 family party as this which is here pictured. Now an in- 

 dividual with its brown head just protruding from the 

 ground, and here another half-way emerged and quietly 

 squirming in the opening of its tunnel, or, perhaps, hav- 

 ing made its exit, lying quietly on the ground near by. 

 Still farther beyond we may discover another which 

 seems to have yielded up the ghost, being entirely emp- 

 ty and open at the summit a mere dry shell. What 

 does it all mean? A strange resurrection certainly! 



Let us search carefully among the herbage close by, 

 for we may be sure that the beautiful moth which so 

 lately tenanted this uninviting dwelling is somewhere 

 to be found. Its wings are semitransparent in texture 

 and of an ochre-yellow color, speckled and banded with 

 purple, with a yellow spot in the centre of the upper 

 pair, and will expand nearly three inches. 



