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In the fields Grylltadcz innumerable are loud 

 with song. Listening to the melody of their 

 countless wings, strange it seems that their 

 transitory existence is but the enactment in an- 

 other world of the passions and jealousies of our 

 own ; that their allegro of stridulous sound is 

 but an expression of the fierce rivalry of males ; 

 that the grasshopper's voice proceeds from a 

 stamping-ground of strife, and the " crink-crink " 

 of crickets is largely the declaration of jealousy 

 and hate. 



From the raspberry-vines rises a dreamy, 

 summery voice, continuous during the day and 

 not unfrequent during the night, proceeding 

 from one of the small climbing crickets. Up go 

 the long antennas and gauzy wings, and a pro- 

 longed 



" Cree-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e " 

 trembles upon the air. This is CEcanthus fas- 

 ciatus, one of the pleasantest of insect-choris- 

 ters. How his delicate wings withstand the 

 constant scraping they do, and how they can 

 produce such a clear, bell-like sound, seems in- 

 conceivable. Like the green leaf-cricket, he is an 

 accomplished ventriloquist. One of these, hav- 

 ing escaped from confinement, and singing un- 

 ceasingly, led me a twenty minutes' search ere I 

 could locate his precise whereabouts from the 



