Then the flies ceased coming, as the air 

 grew cool, and I carried him back to the 

 door-step. But that night, later than usual, 

 he was off to the garden again to keep up 

 his splendid work. 



When the summer glow-worms came 

 (lightning-bugs the boys called them) we saw 

 another curious and pretty bit of hunting. 

 One night, as we sat on the porch in the 

 soft twilight, I saw the first lightning-bug 

 glowing in the grass, and went to catch it 

 as a jewel for a lady's hair. As I reached 

 down my hand under a bush, the glow sud- 

 denly disappeared, and I put my fingers on 

 K'dunk instead. He, too, had seen the glow 

 and had instantly adopted jacking as his 

 mode of hunting. 



Later I caught a lightning-bug and put it 

 in a tiny bottle, and dropped it in front of 

 K'dunk as he started across the lawn in the 

 late twilight. He saw the glow through 

 glass and took a shot at it promptly. 

 As with the hairy caterpillar, he shut 

 his eyes as he gulped down the imagi- 

 native morsel, and when he 



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