The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-07-12

great lnconven renee, and when It does not
protect there is little excuse for wearing It,
IL interfsres with vision, and occasionally
a man is made sick by the bar OF the netting
dancing constantly before his eyes. as there
are other men who can not bear to sit be-
hind the netting at a baseball game. The
head not, besides, La bad for the smoker,
since he has to remove 1t whenever he
lights his pipe.
Occasionally man is found who goes into
the wooda fishing, wearing pair OF low
quartered shoes That Is a sensible thing
when the insects have disappeared or are
few, since shoes Of that pattern are light,
easy ON the feet and put on and of with
little trouble; but the man who is now in
the woods with q pair of Oxfords is to be
pitied.
The only footgear to be used at this time
Ia obtained leather boots coming to the
knee and laced tightly up the sides. These
are heavy and are tiresome until the wearer
gets used to them, but they will protect
the legs, for even Michigan deerfiy can
not get through the leather.
The chill nights of the north will get In their
work long before September Climate
and climatic conditions are responsible
for the wonderful production OF winged
terrors, and climate Is the only thing which
can get rid OF them.
MOI the least E6WlhTMhDl5 hoNho
the incalculable hordes Of poisonous Insects
In tho woods is the rapidity Of their disap-
pearance once they start to go. On one
day life will be simply madness On
the next there will be not half so many
winged pests On the next the woods Will
be still and cool and dark, the tremendous
masses of foliage barely swaying ana the
flicker OF sunlight on the moss making
delicate tracery that merely shifts with
tho n hift inc Of the branches,
There will be no voice of bird, nor sound
OF rill, nor strident buzz OF deer ny seek
ing to destroy and dilacerate. One may
stop with bent head to listen and, perhaps.
faint and far like a horn family blown IN
81 and, he may hear the thin trumpet OF
a mosquito vending, as Thoreau would say,
~his unimaginabls tour through the dark
ness"
The voice will have familiar and even
friendly sound then and the listener will feel
a sense of pity for the sole survivor OF those
savage swarming legions which changed
not healed. The deer flies will have gone
in a night; the black flies will have yielded
at the hrst hint of frost; only the mosquito
will be left, and he foredoomed to early
extinction, The tragedy, which will mean
the destruction Of more lives than ever
wrought by all the plaques, famines and
floods Of the East, IL slated for early August.
worth some suffering. Singing insects
barred, they are, through July, August,
September and October, Gods country,
from pine to hemlock and from hemlock
to red birch.
In tender, dewy mornings, when the still
lake is gentle mirror and the sky is frank
and blue as maiden's eyes, Pan blows
his pipes along the waterside. The loon
is out with her young and her voice has
given It's weirdness for new note. The
great gray heron stands like a monument
By the sedgy edge, immovably calm, while
the kingflsher darts above him.
Porcupines come down to drink and fall
in grotesquely.. scrambling hard In the
effort to save themselves from two inches
Of water. The masses Of timber piled above
the banks are looking glassed to the top
most twig; the bass. popped for an instant
half above the surface stands jocundly
upon lis tail; the scarlet tanager burns like
flame in the sconce OF the maple; the Phoebe
essays q ohirp OF two and then 10 silent;
from far down the lake comes a feeble, half
frightened quaok from the mallard leading
her brood to battle; as the sun sweeps
brush OF fire along the black-green Of the
tree-tops ally whisper runs along the water
and the slow breeze seems to stop, then Pan
blown hjs r,ipea alon1 the waterside.