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EYE SPY 



Almost any bright autumn or late summer day 

 is certain to reward our search indeed, a search 

 will hardly be necessary. The entire meadows 

 are often draped in the glistening meshes. They 



festoon the grass tips, 

 and wave their silken 

 streamers from every 



/ mullein or other tall 



* 

 v ; ' weed. Our garments are 



soon faced with a new 

 warp and woof of 

 glistening silk, and 

 an occasional tick- 

 ling betrays the 

 floating fluffy mass 

 which has en- 

 combed our hands 

 or face. The glis- 

 tening " rain of 

 wool " of Pliny, or the 

 mimic snow - squall of 

 Gilbert White, I have 

 witnessed many times, 

 only in less degree, over 

 the October rowen-fields. 



This tickling upon our hands is perhaps not all 

 to be accounted for by the mere contact of the 

 silky web. If we examine closely, we shall doubt- 

 less find a lively little spider extricating itself 



