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<h2>THE GRASSHOPPER WHO<br/> WOULDN'T BE SCARED.</h2>
<p>There were more Ants in the meadow
than there were of any other kind of insects.
In their family there were not
only Ants, but great-aunts, cousins,
nephews, and nieces, until it made one
sleepy to think how many relatives
each Ant had. Yet they were small
people and never noisy, so perhaps the
Grasshoppers seemed to be the largest
family there.</p>
<p>There were many different families of
Grasshoppers, but they were all related.
Some had short horns, or feelers, and red
legs; and some had long horns. Some
lived in the lower part of the meadow
where it was damp, and some in the upper<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</SPAN></span>
part. The Katydids, who really belong
to this family, you know, stayed in trees
and did not often sing in the daytime.
Then there were the great Road Grasshoppers
who lived only in places where
the ground was bare and dusty, and whom
you could hardly see unless they were
flying. When they lay in the dust their
wide wings were hidden and they showed
only that part of their bodies which was
dust-color. Let the farmer drive along,
however, and they rose into the air with a
gentle, whirring sound and fluttered to a
safe place. Then one could see them
plainly, for their large under wings were
black with yellow edges.</p>
<p>Perhaps those Grasshoppers who were
best known in the meadow were the
Clouded Grasshoppers, large dirty-brown
ones with dark spots, who seemed to be
everywhere during the autumn. The
fathers and brothers in this family always
crackled their wings loudly when they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</SPAN></span>
flew anywhere, so one could never forget
that they were around.</p>
<p>It was queer that they were always
spoken of as Grasshoppers. Their great-great-great-grandparents
were called
Locusts, and that was the family name,
but the Cicadas liked that name and
wanted it for themselves, and made such
a fuss about it that people began to call
them Seventeen-Year-Locusts; and then
because they had to call the real Locusts
something else, they called them Grasshoppers.
The Grasshoppers didn't mind
this. They were jolly and noisy, and as
they grew older were sometimes very
pompous. And you know what it is to
be pompous.</p>
<p>When the farmer was drawing the last
loads of hay to his barn and putting them
away in the great mows there, three
young Clouded Grasshopper brothers
were frolicking near the wagon. They
had tried to see who could run the fastest,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</SPAN></span>
crackle the loudest, spring the highest,
flutter the farthest, and eat the most.
There seemed to be nothing more to do.
They couldn't eat another mouthful, the
other fellows wouldn't play with them,
they wouldn't play with their sisters, and
they were not having any fun at all.</p>
<p>They were sitting on a hay-cock, watching
the wagon as it came nearer and
nearer. The farmer was on top and one
of his men was walking beside it. Whenever
they came to a hay-cock the farmer
would stop the Horses, the man would
run a long-handled, shining pitch-fork into
the hay on the ground and throw it up to
the farmer. Then it would be trampled
down on to the load, the farmer's wife
would rake up the scattering hay which
was left on the ground, and that would be
thrown up also.</p>
<p>The biggest Clouded Grasshopper said
to his brothers, "You dare not sit still
while they put this hay on the load!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The smallest Clouded Grasshopper said,
"I do too!"</p>
<p>The second brother said, "Huh!
Guess I dare do anything you do!" He
said it in a rather mean way, and that may
have been because he had eaten too much.
Overeating will make any insect cross.</p>
<p>Now every one of them was afraid, but
each waited for the others to back out.
While they were waiting, the wagon
stopped beside them, the shining fork was
run into the hay, and they were shaken
and stood on their heads and lifted
through the air on to the wagon. There
they found themselves all tangled up with
hay in the middle of the load. It was
dark and they could hardly breathe. There
were a few stems of nettles in the hay, and
they had to crawl away from them. It
was no fun at all, and they didn't talk
very much.</p>
<p>When the wagon reached the barn,
they were pitched into the mow with the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</SPAN></span>
hay, and then they hopped and fluttered
around until they were on the floor over
the Horses' stalls. They sat together on
the floor and wondered how they could
ever get back to the meadow. Because
they had come in the middle of the load,
they did not know the way.</p>
<p>"Oh!" said they. "Who are those four-legged
people over there?"</p>
<p>"Kittens!" sang a Swallow over their
heads. "Oh, tittle-ittle-ittle-ee!"</p>
<p>The Clouded Grasshoppers had never
seen Kittens. It is true that the old Cat
often went hunting in the meadow, but
that was at night, when Grasshoppers
were asleep.</p>
<p>"Meouw!" said the Yellow Kitten.
"Look at those queer little brown people
on the floor. Let's each catch one."</p>
<p>So the Kittens began crawling slowly
over the floor, keeping their bodies and
tails low, and taking very short steps.
Not one of them took his eyes off the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</SPAN></span>
Clouded Grasshopper whom he meant to
catch. Sometimes they stopped and
crouched and watched, then they went
on, nearer, nearer, nearer, still, while the
Clouded Grasshoppers were more and
more scared and wished they had never
left the meadow where they had been so
safe and happy.</p>
<p>At last the Kittens jumped, coming down
with their sharp little claws just where the
Clouded Grasshoppers—had been. The
Clouded Grasshoppers had jumped too, but
they could not stay long in the air, and
when they came down the Kittens jumped
again. So it went until the poor Clouded
Grasshoppers were very, very tired and
could not jump half so far as they had done
at first. Sometimes the Kittens even tried
to catch them while they were fluttering,
and each time they came a little nearer than
before. They were so tired that they never
thought of leaping up on the wall of the barn
where the Kittens couldn't reach them.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</SPAN></span></p>
<p>At last the smallest Clouded Grasshopper
called to his brothers, "Let us chase
the Kittens."</p>
<p>The brothers answered, "They're too
big."</p>
<p>The smallest Clouded Grasshopper,
who had always been the brightest one in
the family, called back, "We may scare
them if they are big."</p>
<p>Then all the Clouded Grasshoppers
leaped toward the Kittens and crackled
their wings and looked very, very fierce.
And the Kittens ran away as fast as they
could. They were in such a hurry to get
away that the Yellow Kitten tumbled
over the White Kitten and they rolled on
the floor in a furry little heap. The
Clouded Grasshoppers leaped again, and
the Kittens scrambled away to their nest
in the hay, and stood against the wall and
raised their backs and their pointed little
tails, and opened their pink mouths and
spat at them, and said, "Ha-ah-h-h!"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"There!" said the smallest Clouded
Grasshopper to them, "we won't do anything
to you this time, because you are
young and don't know very much, but
don't you ever bother one of us again.
We might have hopped right on to you,
and then what could you have done to
help yourselves?"</p>
<p>The Clouded Grasshoppers started off
to find their way back to the meadow,
and the frightened Kittens looked at each
other and whispered: "Just supposing
they had hopped on to us! What <i>could</i>
we have done!"</p>
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