Chapter XV. 
SPIDERS. 
THE spider season has begun, and I find myself fast 
drifting into a spirit of acerbity and reprehensible tempers. 
With the best intentions and a heart duly exercised, I 
hope, in benevolent feelings towards my fellow-creatures, 
I am not proof against grave and sudden provocation. 
Such provocation occurs when an unseen, but exceedingly 
tough and glutinous, string catches me over the bridge 
of the nose and across both eyeballs, and forbids me to 
advance till I have severed it with a hunting knife. Or 
