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EYE SPY 



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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 



' -V -^ /! mullein or other tall 



> ;■' .. 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 elis- 



o 



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 



