136 UP AND DOWN THE BROOKS. 



I handed him a little stone ; he clutched it and 

 proceeded to undress, regardless of spectators. 

 His covering was a very tight one, however, and 

 it was very hard work. I think he would proba- 

 bly have succeeded in his efforts without my aid, 

 but I " lent a hand," as Mr. Hale suggests. The 

 dress was so tight around the neck that Sandy 

 looked as if he were choking. But at the end of 

 almost half an hour, Sandy caught hold of another 

 caddis, I caught hold of Sandy, and he drew him- 

 self out. 



There he was, a poor, naked, yellow worm in 

 the waste of mighty waters Contained in a small 

 plate. 



Now Sandy was in business. I had thought 

 that he would be so exhausted he would lie down 

 and rest after taking off that garment. But no. 

 He was immediately at work. How did he know 

 but a fish might be coming to swallow him before 

 he could get covered again ? There was no time 

 to be lost, in his opinion. 



Poor Sandy ! How he did toil and tug over 

 the little stones. His black, ant-like head and 

 yellow body with its two terminal hooks went 

 squirming around under and over the stones. I 

 did not understand his movements at the time. I 

 thought he was debating whether he should make 

 his new covering out of stones or of sand. I had 

 destroyed his former garment so that he was 

 obliged to make an entirely new one. 



