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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Moths of the Limberlost"

The back
foundation is several feet high and that threw the tops of the
windows close under the eaves. I mounted to the last step and
balancing made a sweep to capture a moth. They could see me and
scattered in all directions. I waited until they were beginning
to return, when from the thicket of leaves emerged a deep rose-flushed
little moth that sailed away, with every black one in pursuit.
I almost fell from the ladder. I went inside, only to learn that
what I feared was true. The wind had loosened the screen in my
absence, and the moth had passed through a crack, so narrow it
seemed impossible for it to escape.
Only those interested as I was, and who have had similar experience,
know how to sympathize. I had thought a crowbar would be required
to open one of those screens! With sinking heart I hurried to my
room. Joy! There was yet hope! The escaped moth was the only one
that had emerged. The first thing was to fasten the screen, the next
to live with the remaining cocoons.


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