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the smooth surface of the water with a touch 

 into smiling ; we see them chasing, embracing, 

 separating. There is great beauty in their 

 film-like wings, in their large, lustrous eyes, 

 in the graceful sweep of the long tail- 

 filaments. 



" They never pause to eat ; they could not 

 if they would. Hunger is past, love is just 

 begun, and in the near future is death. The 

 evening shadows grow longer the shadow of 

 death is over the Ephemerides. The trout 

 jump at them, a few raindrops thin the throng, 

 the stream bears others away. The mothers 

 lay their eggs in the water, and, after doing so, 

 many seem utterly spent, and die forthwith. 

 The eggs, however, are in the water, and the 

 race continues." 



THE STOR OF THE FRESH-WATER 

 SPIDER 



Before we leave the fresh waters, let us look 

 at the water-spider (Argyroneta natans), one 

 of the conquerors. It strikes the note of 

 adventure which is so characteristic of animals. 

 For while it is a land animal by nature and 

 origin, and breathes dry air, it has learned to 



