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can show ; and yet who ever sees him, even though in 

 one short walk in the country lane he may have passed 

 perhaps ten thousand of them a gold mine in truth? 

 During the coming week the Cassida will be with us. 

 But where shall we look for him ? Wherever the pink- 

 blossomed bind -weed blooms he also is sure to be 

 found. This vine often clothes the stone walls for sev- 

 eral yards beneath its arrow-shaped leaves. These 

 leaves are generally more or less perforated with small 

 holes; and if we quickly turn them one by one, or, stoop- 

 ing, look beneath them, we may surprise the tiny creat- 

 ure feeding, and appearing like a drop of molten gold, 

 clinging like dew to the leaf. But you 

 must be quick if you would capture him, 

 for he is off in a spangling streak of 

 glitter. Nor is this golden sheen all 

 the resource of the little insect ; 



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