268 UNDER THE OPEN SKY 



the insect world to whom sleep is not 

 only renewal, but, at the same time, 

 glorification. 



THE HAWK-MOTH 



To go to sleep ugly and wake up beauti- 

 ful — how charming it must be. It is still 

 more delightful to have no recollection of 

 your old estate. But it is best of all to lie 

 down in the fall, after a hearty feast, sleep 

 over the winter, and wake up in the spring 

 a lovely creature with a finer nature and a 

 daintier appetite. Such are the changes 

 now going on beneath the snow. 



THE "TOMATO WORM" 



A foot or so below the surface of the 

 ground, wherever, last summer, tomatoes 

 or potatoes were growing, Nature is at this 

 wonderful work. These plants were "in- 

 fested" (as the farmer naturally says, look- 

 ing at it from his stand-point) by what most 

 people would call an ugly green worm. The 

 farmer calls it a "tomato worm." Of 

 course it is not a worm, for a real worm has 



