<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_VI" id="Chapter_VI"></SPAN><span class="smcap">Chapter VI</span> <br/><br/> THE CABBAGE MILLER</h2>
<div class="cpoem" style="width: 16em;"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza" style="margin-bottom: 0em;">
<span class="i0">"<i>And here and yonder a flaky butterfly</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Was doubting in the air.</i>"<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p class="author"><span class="smcap">—McDonald.</span></p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/021.jpg" width-obs="250" height-obs="297" alt="" title="" />
Egg of cabbage miller much enlarged.</div>
<p class="cap"><span class="dcap">With</span> the first approach of spring
comes swarms of large green flies
which bask in the March sun on the
south sides of buildings. They are
not with us long, however, until we
notice flashes of white quickly moving
about from one early weed to another.
These are the advance guards of the
cabbage millers or butterflies. All
through the cold winter they remained
in the chrysalis stage stuck to the sides
of houses, fence posts and in other
protected places, awaiting the first
breath of spring. The first adults to
emerge find no cabbage on which to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</SPAN></span>
lay their eggs so they are compelled to
use other plants such as pepper grass.</p>
<p>The eggs are very small and are
usually placed on the lower edge of
the leaf. These hatch and the small
green worms appear. Throughout the
summer there are a number of broods
produced and an enormous amount of
damage is done. Just before frost the
last caterpillars search for protected
places where they pass to the pupal or
resting stage for the winter. No cocoon
is spun by this caterpillar.</p>
<p>Where measures are not taken to
control the cabbage worms they destroy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</SPAN></span>
much of the cabbage crop each season.
The white butterflies can be seen any
day during the summer visiting cabbage,
mustard, radishes and other similar
plants. By destroying all of the
worms and millers in the early spring
one has less trouble later. This can
be done by hand picking, or where the
patch is large by spraying with a poison
solution to which soap is added
to keep the solution from rolling off
in large drops. Poison can be used
until the heads are well formed, but if
the first worms in the spring are destroyed,
later spraying is unnecessary
though an occasional handpicking
will help.</p>
<h3><span class="smcap"><SPAN name="Observations_and_Study2" id="Observations_and_Study2"></SPAN>Observations and Study</span></h3>
<div class="figcenterc" style="width: 253px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/022.png" width-obs="253" height-obs="389" alt="" title="" />
Cabbage worm feeding, slightly enlarged.</div>
<div class="figrightc" style="width: 200px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/023.png" width-obs="200" height-obs="53" alt="" title="" />
Pupa or chrysalis of cabbage miller.</div>
<p>Go into the garden and examine the
cabbage for small green worms which
vary from one fourth to a little over
an inch in length. What is the nature
of their work on the leaf? Where do
they feed most, on the outer or inner
leaves? Do they eat the entire leaf?<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</SPAN></span>
How does the work of the young
worms differ from that of the larger
ones? Do they spin silk? Are they
on the top or under side of the leaf?
Examine under the dead and dried
leaves at the ground and see if you can
find small, hard, gray objects which
have sharp angles and which are tied
to the leaf with a cord of silk. What
are these objects? Watch the miller
as she visits the cabbage and see if you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</SPAN></span>
can find the small eggs which she lays
on the under side of the leaves. When
she visits a cabbage plant she bends
her body up under the outer leaves
and stops but a moment, fluttering all
the while as she sticks the small egg
to the leaf. It is about the size of a
small crumb of bread. What does the
miller feed on? Does she visit flowers?
If so, what flowers?</p>
<h3><span class="smcap"><SPAN name="Breeding_Work" id="Breeding_Work"></SPAN>Breeding Work</span></h3>
<p>Collect a few of the worms and put
them in a glass jar with a piece of cabbage
leaf. Examine them carefully
and watch them crawl. How many
legs do they have? Where are they
placed on the body? How can they
use so many legs while crawling?
How many joints are there to the
body? Note the short fine hair all<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</SPAN></span>
over the body which gives it the appearance
of green velvet. What color
is the head? How does the caterpillar
feed? Write a brief description
of the worm. Do not mistake it for
the cabbage span-worm which is also
green, but which walks by humping
up its back.</p>
<div class="figcenterc" style="width: 300px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/024.jpg" width-obs="300" height-obs="264" alt="" title="" />
Cabbage miller on red clover blossom.</div>
<p>Keep the cabbage worms in the jar
for a few days and watch them disappear.
After they have disappeared,
what is left in the jar? These are the
chrysalids or pupae of the insect and
later from them will come the millers.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</SPAN></span>
Take one of the pupae in your hand
and see if it can move. If it is in the
summer the miller will appear in a
week, but if it is in the late fall it will
simply pass the winter in the pupa
stage. Watch the miller escape from
the pupal case and describe it. Examine
the miller carefully and describe
briefly the number of legs,
wings, segments of body, sucking tube
and color markings. Make careful
drawings of the caterpillar, chrysalis
and butterfly. What gives the color
to the wings? Rub the wings between
your fingers and see if the color comes
off. The wings are covered with very
small scales of different colors which
combine to give the beautiful markings.
The wings of all butterflies and
moths are covered with scales and
hairs in this way. In this insect we
find both chewing and sucking mouth
parts. The caterpillar chews while
the parent butterfly has a long tube for
sucking up nectar from flowers and
water from puddles in the road.</p>
<hr style='width: 45%;' /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="cpoem" style="width: 20em;"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>Far out at sea—the sun was high,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>While veered the wind and flapped the sail;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>We saw a snow-white butterfly</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Dancing before the fitful gale</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>The little wanderer, who had lost</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>His way, of danger nothing knew;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Settled a while upon the mast;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Then fluttered o'er the waters blue</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>Above, there gleamed the boundless sky;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Beneath, the boundless ocean sheen;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Between them danced the butterfly,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>The spirit-life of this vast scene,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>The tiny soul that soared away,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Seeking the clouds on fragile wings,</i><br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</SPAN></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Lured by the brighter, purer ray</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Which hope's ecstatic morning brings—</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>Away he sped, with shimmering glee,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Scarce seen, now lost, yet onward borne!</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Night comes with wind and rain, and he</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>No more will dance before the morn,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i><br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>He dies, unlike his mates, I ween</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Perhaps not sooner or worse crossed;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>And he hath felt and known and seen</i><br/></span>
<span class="i2"><i>A larger life and hope, though lost</i><br/></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Far out at sea.</i>"<br/></span></div>
</div></div>
<p class="author"><span class="smcap">—R. H. Horne.</span></p>
<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</SPAN></span></p>
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