WILD LIFE OF ORCHARD AND FIELD 



XVII 



IN A SHAILERY 



WO-THIRDS of the persons to 

 whom I show the little land and 

 fresh- water mollusks in my snail- 

 ery either start back with an 

 "Oh! the horrid things!" which 

 causes me some amusement, or 

 else gaze straight out of the win- 

 dow, saying languidly, "How 

 interesting!" which hurts my 

 pride. I confess, therefore, that 

 it is contrary to experience to 

 attempt to interest general read- 

 ers with an account of 



" Ye little snails, with slippery 



tails, 



Who noiselessly travel across 

 my gravel." 

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