



> whites with a song of gladness the egg she 

 just laid; sfec .tmuHinces her performance to the whole 

 nnghbourhu<Ht The Locust celebrates the same event 

 with her thin Draper "I have buried underground," 



she s&ys, "the treasure of the future," 



Having tnadf; (he nest safe she leaves the spot, 

 rfUrsi'er; htr^H' after her exertions with a few mouth- 

 l vff, and prepares to begin again. 



mother armed at the tip of her 

 h'xiy yrut ? :<re other female Locusts in varying 



decrees w.ub four short tools, arranged in pairs and 



shaped 1 k.e- a hooked fingernail. On. the upper pair, 

 yvhich are hugcr than the others, these hooks are turned 

 upwards; on the lower and smaller pair they are turned 

 downwards. Tbev forai a sort of claw, and are scooped 

 out slightly, hke a spoon. These are tiie pick-axes, the 

 boring-took with which the Grey Locust works. With 

 these she bites into the soil, lifting the dry earth a little, 

 as quietly as if she were digging in soft mould. She 

 might be working in butter; and yet what the bore digs 

 into is hard, unyielding earth. 



The best site for laying the eggs b not always found 

 at the first attempt. I have seen the mother make 



