The Pea-Weevil: The Larva 
beans, which the Weevil disputes with us, 
we also live by knowledge, that mighty 
kneading-trough in which the dough of pro- 
gress is mixed and fermented. Science is 
well worth a bean or two. Among other 
things, it tells us: 
“The corn-chandler need not trouble to 
wage war upon the Weevil. By the time 
that the peas are stored, the harm is done; 
it is irreparable, but not transmissible. The 
untouched seeds have nothing to fear from 
the proximity of the seeds attacked, how- 
ever long they may remain together. The 
Bruchus will issue from the latter when her 
time comes; she will fly out of the granary, 
if escape be possible; if not, she will die 
without in any way infesting the seeds that 
are still sound. No eggs, no new generation 
will ever be seen on the dried peas in our 
storehouse; nor will any damage be caused 
by the feeding of the adult.”’ 
Our Bruchus is not a sedentary inhabit- 
ant of the granaries: she needs the open 
air, the sunshine, the freedom of the fields. 
Very frugal on her own behalf, she absolutely 
disdains the hardness of the legumen; all 
that her slender snout requires is a few 
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