The New Queen. 149 



have I ever heard that they take sides and 

 cheer their own candidate. 



The combatants seize each other with 

 their jaws, and clasp each other with their 

 feet, trying in every way to thrust the fatal 

 ^^poisoned dag- ^^^ ,^ 

 ^^^S'ger into a vital ^^^^^p^i 



What do I see? po^f that is Come on, lam 



I must go over t"^' ^' '•"^'^ '^' ready for you I 

 and fight hen Jn^Q ^^g ggf^ 



parts between the rings of the abdomen, or 

 where the neck joins the thorax, or the 

 thorax the abdomen, — all these places being 

 soft and allowing a dagger that is thrust 

 into them to reach the inner vital parts. 



At length the fatal thrust is given : one 

 of the queens is victor ; the other lies dead 

 upon the field of battle. The workers carry 

 out the dead body, but whether they mourn 

 I cannot say. Certainly they do not have 

 a grand funeral. I suppose it would not 

 be exactly polite to the victorious queen 

 to show too much sorrow for the van- 

 quished one. 



