CERTAIN WHITE-FACED 

 HORNETS 



A HE lonesomest spot in all the pas- 

 ture, the one which the winter has made 

 most vacant of all, is the corner where 

 hangs the great gray nest of the white- 

 faced hornets. Its door stands hospi- 

 tably open but it is no longer thronged 

 with burly burghers roaring to and fro 

 on business that cannot wait. It was wide 

 enough for half a dozen to go and come 

 at the same time, yet they used to jostle 

 one another continually in this entrance, 

 so great was the throng of workers and 

 so vigorous the energy that burbled within 

 them. While the warm sun of an August 

 day shines a white-faced hornet is as 

 full of pent forces, striving continually to 

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