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cicadas are not to be had, various beetles and 
cockshafers are made to suffice, and of these also 
the longhorn eats only the daintiest, tenderest 
tid-bits. After the green-clad murderess has had 
her fill of sugary pulp, meat and blood, she likes 
to reduce the heating effect of these by nibbling 
at a bit of fruit or some tender growing plant, 
thus managing by balancing her rations to keep 
herself always in the pink of condition.” 
“ The longhorn and the katydid are the same 
creature, are they not, John? ” queried Father. 
“Not at all,” his brother-in-law returned 
quickly, “ though many people confuse them. 
The katydids lay their eggs on the young shoots 
of trees and shrubs, and make their home there, 
seldom if ever being found on the ground. The 
scale-like eggs which you may have noted ar¬ 
ranged in a double row on the grape-vines in win¬ 
ter are katydid eggs. Longhorns and katydids 
are cousins, both belonging to the Orthoptera 
group. The green meadow grasshoppers are also 
included in the family. You all know them—• 
long, slender, delicate green-colored creatures, 
matching in shade the plants they feed among. 
The longhorn is the beauty of the family, being a 
magnificent creature, slim and well-proportioned 
in spite of its large size. It is pale-green all over, 
with two whitish stripes running down its sides, 
great gauzy wings, and slender arching ‘ horns * 
