The Life of the Spider 



on high, finding a wide Epace beneath her, she 

 sends a thread floating. It is caught by the 

 wind, and carries her hanging to it. We have 

 our aeroplanes; she too possesses her flying- 

 machine. Once the journey is accomplished, 

 naught remains of this ingenious business. 

 The climbing-instinct comes suddenly, at the 

 hour of need, and no less suddenly vanishes. 



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