New Walks in Old Ways 



seem to him a Grand Canyon of the 

 Colorado. He is game, however. He 

 proposes to deliver that baggage if it 

 costs ten legs, and presently he scram- 

 bles up onto the good going again, and 

 repeats the pulling and hauling per- 

 formance observed before his discon- 

 certing accident. 



Ants must be blind, for this one ap- 

 parently does not see that he is headed 

 or is backing into several bits of dead 

 grass lying on the walk directly in his 

 path. Pitching over and over him- 

 self, but never for an instant losing 

 his grip upon his brown burden, what- 

 ever it is, he wriggles and climbs and 

 stumbles and blunders over and 

 through this Redwood and barbed 

 wire entanglement, and presently falls, 

 baggage and all, off into the grassy 

 forest depths alongside the edge of the 

 walk. 



It does not occur to the ant that by 

 a little bit of a detour he could avoid 

 this formidable barricade of dead grass 

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