THE spider's span 



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ders by the millions, each a perfect grown spider 

 in miniature,, and apparently as skilled at birth in 

 the peculiar arts of its kind as its parents were in 

 their ripe old age. Here is a troop of them upon 

 this drooping branch of wild grape by the river 

 brink. Its leaves are glistening in the loose, 

 rambling tangle which marks their wanderings. 

 They are evidently not satisfied with 

 their present surroundings, and would ./' 



seem desirous of getting / 



^'""~ as far as possible from 



