The Swarm 
orders; she obeys, as meekly as the 
humblest of her subjects, the masked 
power, sovereignly wise, that for the 
present, and till we attempt to locate it, 
we will term the “spirit of the hive.” 
But she is the unique organ of love; she 
is the mother of the city. She founded 
it amid uncertainty and poverty. She 
has peopled it with her own substance; 
and all who move within its walls — 
workers, males, larve, nymphs, and the 
young princesses whose approaching birth 
will hasten her own departure, one of 
them being already designed as her suc- 
cessor by the “spirit of the hive”— 
all these have issued from her flanks. 
[ 10] 
What is this “spirit of the hive” — 
where does it reside? It is not like the 
special instinct that teaches the bird to 
construct its well planned nest, and then 
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