32 
WILD AMERICANS 
drove off the road and stopped the car. Let s get out 
and look,” he suggested. 
He and the children stepped out of the sedan 
doors; then, with various exclamations, they hastened 
back inside again. The flying insects had appeared 
unafraid of them; some had crashed right into them, 
and were now striking the car from every direction. 
Suddenly they heard a shout from the outside. 
"Say, up there!" it was Father Blair's voice. "What 
is this? Can't a fellow take a nap without having you 
run into beehives?" 
Father had been napping in the trailer, and when 
it stopped he was awakened. 
"They aren't bees. But get your head back in and 
shut the window, before the trailer is full of them." 
Uncle Ely shouted through the whirring of the grass- 
hopper wings. In a moment Father was in the sedan 
seat with Mother, as interested as the others had 
been. 
"What do you make of it, Ely?" he asked, in a 
worried tone. 
"Nothing to make of it. Just grasshoppers, and 
more grasshoppers." 
"But I never knew they came in such hordes," 
Mother declared. 
