Atalapha, a Winged Brownie 
recovered. Others were less lucky, and more than 
one of the birds of prey had learned to linger near 
the fiery kiln, for feathered things as well as Bats 
were often so stupefied by its fumes that they be- 
came an easy prey. 
If it had any naming in the memory of the Bats, 
it was the Place of the Unknown Death. 
ATALAPHA WOUNDED AND CAPTIVE 
A good naturalist who found Bats worthy of his 
whole life study has left us a long account of a Bat 
roost where ten thousand of the lesser tribes had 
colonized the garret of a country dweller’s home. 
It was in a land of flies, mosquitoes, and many sing- 
ing pests with stings, but all about the house was 
an Eden where such insects were unknown. Each 
Bat needs many hundred little insects every night, 
what wonder that they had swept the region clear. 
Slow-moving science has gathered up facts, and 
deciphered a part of the dim manuscript of truth 
that has in it the laws of life. 
We know now that typhoid, malaria, yellow 
fever, and many sorts of dreadful maladies are 
borne about by the mosquitoes and the fly. With- 
Fe oe out such virus carriers these deadly pests would 
: ~ die out. And of all the creatures in the woods 
#< there is none that does more noble work for man 
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