The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1874-08-01
About Flies.

| We believe it was Albert Barnes who few
| years ago wrote a series OF very elaborate al.
| ticcS, endeavOring to show the design of bugs
and all pestiferous and poisonous insects and
reptiles in the economy of the universe. We
cannot follow the line of his argument, ii it
had any line. According to one theory OF
creation these creatures have rs good IA right
to live and enjoy life after their own fashion
as the rest of us. According to another, they
were made and fitted up with their apparatus
| of teasing and torture as agents OF discipline
for the big lordly creature, man. They crawl
and buzz and bite about HIM, just to keep him
IN "A state of perpetual anxiety To migrate
from this world to better one.
1t is the season now when it takes good
deal of philosophy to enable us to keep our
patience and our temper. After one of these
days of sweltering heat, it is so delightful to
sit out on the porch with wife and children
as the glaring garish sun has gone down to
his rest and deep solemn quiet comes with
| the darkness over nature, and feel the cool
delicious air tanning your cheek. 1t is a
glorious time for rest and meditation But
just as your enjoyment fairly begins a subtle
ominous music is heard in the air While
busy listening to or telling some interesting
tale or absorbed in some glorious reverie, all
at once, at various points, your whole being
SttinS AZ CDHttIiIatt III tH'IiN. lou ItdllLc
that you have been brutally, savagcy attack
cd and bitten and poisoned by the most malic-
ious and bloodthirsty of the whole insect
tribe. You strike about wildly, eager for
blood, you rush with eager nails for the tor
turing wounds. You strive to conquer a
peace, but the struggle is vain, and at last, in
rage and agony, exasperatcd to the utmost
limits of human endurance, you spring into
the house and the door goes shut upon porch
and GOODNESS and mosquito with an awful
slam. Your happiness is ended
But the common house fly is even more
provoking. He Is the most insolent creature
in the universe.
1t is not hunger nor anger, but the mere
caprice of wantOnness that guides his move
ments He has no object in view but the
qualification of his own Internal spirit Of free
dom He is utterly without courtesy and ir-
revcrent IN II degree that would cOnfound the
reddest republican. With equal playiulness
OF liberty he will light on the nose of peasant
and king. There i no clement of fear in his
composition. He is absolutely beyond the
reach of terror. Strike al him with your OPP
en- hand, u movement which in comparison
would be to us rs II some one would pick up
three acres of prairie and shaking it over our
heads should hurl il ut MS, and he dcyterous-
" lodges and lights on The other side You
cannot alarm, provoke or in,imidatc him. He
looks at you from his hundred eyes with a
look of the mos; placid ego,iSm and then
goes wandering, fitting, buzzing, as il with
the proud conviction that this world was
made for iies II you could see any reason
in his conduct, any explanation OF his rude
behavior, any cause tor his ilTcvcrence, you
might excuse his insolent demeanor, but no
philosophy can protect you against this pro
voking pest, this black incarnation Of caprice.