142 IN NATURE'S WAYS 



When the eggs are hatched, the nestlings, in their 

 greyish down, might be taken for upturned leaves ; 

 the eye passes over them unseeing. 



The end of the world for the beetle 



The whirring rattle-song is something like the whirr 

 of a threshing-machine, or it reminds one a little of 

 the grasshopper warbler's note, or the purring of a cat 

 such a purring as a giant cat might make, for the 

 note is very powerful, and carries far through the 



