CHAPTER XIV. 



HOW DEW IS FORMLD. 



Eeader, did you ever live in the country? 

 Were you ever awakened early on a summer's 

 morning to " go for the cows " ? Did you 

 ever wade through a wheat field in June or 

 the long grass of a meadow when the pearly 

 dewdrops hung in clusters on the bearded 

 grain, shining like brilliants in the morning 

 sun? Have you not seen the blades of grass 

 studded with diamonds more beautiful than 

 any that ever flashed in the dazzling light of 

 a ballroom? If not, you have missed a pic- 

 ture that otherwise would have been hung on 

 the walls of your memory, that no one could 

 rob you of. 



Everyone has noticed that at certain times 

 in the year the grass becomes wet in the even- 

 ing and grows more so till the sun rises the 

 next day and dispels the moisture, and this 

 when no cloud is seen. Dew is as old as the 

 fields in which grass grows. It was as fa- 

 miliar to the ancients as it is to us, and yet it 

 is only about three-quarters of a century since 



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