The Burying-Beetles: Experiments 



ing a little light filtering through the loose 

 soil, reascends the entrance-well, incapable 

 of telling himself that he has only to prolong 

 the tunnel as far in the opposite direction 

 to reach the outer world beyond the wall and 

 gain his freedom. Here again is one in 

 whom we shall seek in vain for any sign of 

 reflection. Like the rest, in spite of his 

 legendary renown, he has no guide but the 

 unconscious promptings of instinct. 



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