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EYE SPY 
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Almost any bright autumn or late summer day 
is certain to reward our search indeed, a search 
will hardly be necessary. The entire meadows 
are often draped in the glistening meshes. They 
festoon the grass tips,, 
and wave their silken 
streamers from every 
mullein or other tall 
weed. Our garments are 
soon faced with a new 
warp and woof of 
glistening silk, and 
an occasional tick- 
ling betrays the 
floating fluffy mass 
which has en- 
combed our hands 
or face. The glis- 
tening " rain of 
wool " of Pliny, or the 
mimic snow - squall of 
Gilbert White, I have 
witnessed many times, 
only in less degree, over 
the October rowen-fields. 
This tickling upon our hands is perhaps not all 
to be accounted for by the mere contact of the 
silky web. If we examine closely, we shall doubt- 
less find a lively little spider extricating itself 
