THE SPIDER S SPAN 
TO/ 
ders by the millions, each a perfect grown spider 
in miniature, and apparently as skilled at birth in 
the peculiar arts of its kind as its parents were in 
their ripe old age. Here is a troop of them upon 
this drooping branch of wild grape by the river 
brink. Its leaves are glistening in the loose, 
rambling tangle which marks their wanderings. 
They are evidently not satisfied with 
their present surroundings, and would 
seem desirous of getting 
as far as possible from 
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