The Life Of The Spicier J'H'Fabre CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Cornell University Library QL 452.F12 1912a Life of the spider / 3 1924 024 561 106 The original of tliis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31 924024561 1 06 THE LIFE OF THE SPIDER BY THE SAME AUTHOR THE LIFE OF THE SPIDER THE LIFE OF THE FLY THE MASON-BEES BRAMBLE-BEES AND OTHERS THE HUNTING WASPS THE LIFE OF THE SPIDER BY J. HENRI FABRE TRANSLATED BY Alexander Teixeira de Mattos, F.Z.Si With a Preface by Maurice Maeterlinck NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1915 Copyright, 191 1 Bt dodd, mead and company CONTENTS PAGE preface: the insect's homer, by maurice maeterlinck . . 7 translator's note 36 CHAPTER I THE BLACK-BELLIED TARANTULA 39 II THE BANDED EPEIRA ... 78 III THE NARBONNE LYCOSA . . 105 IV THE NARBONNE LYCOSA: THE BURROW 125 V THE NARBONNE LYCOSA: THE FAMILY 153 VI THE NARBONNE LYCOSA: THE CLIMBING-INSTINCT . . . 171 VII THE spider's EXODUS . . . 1 87 ym THE CRAB SPIDER . , , . 213 5 Contents CHAPTER FAGS IX THE GARDEN SPIDERS: BUILDING THE WEB 228 X THE GARDEN SPIDERS : MY NEIGH- BOUR 248 XI THE GARDEN SPIDERS : THE LIME- SNARE 272 xii the garden spiders : the tele- graph-wire 282 xiii the garden spiders: pairing and hunting .... 296 xiv the garden spiders : the ques- tion of property . . . 317 xv the labyrinth spider . . . 33o xvi the clotho spider . . . . 360 appendix: the geometry of the epeira's web 383 PREFACE THE insect's homer /^ RANGE and Serlgnan, the latter a lit- ^-^ tie Provengal village that should be as widely celebrated as Maillane/ have of late years rendered honour to a man whose brow deserves to be girt with a double and ra- diant crown. But fame — at least that which is not the true nor the great fame, but her il- legitimate sister, and which creates more noise than durable work in the morning and even- ing papers — fame is often forgetful, negli- gent, behindhand or unjust; and the crowd is almost ignorant of the name of J. H. Fabre, who Is one of the most profound and Inven- tive scholars and also one of the purest writers and, I was going to add, one of the finest poets of the century that is just past. 'Maillane is the birthplace of Mistral, the Provengal poet. — Translator's Note. The Life of the Spider J. H. Fabre, as some few people know, is the author of half a score of well-filled vol- umes in which, under the title of Souvenirs Entomolo giques , he has set down the results of fifty years of observation, study and exper- iment on the insects that seem to us the best- known and the most familiar : different species of wasps and wild bees, a few gnats, flies, beetles and caterpillars; in a word, all those vague, unconscious, rudimentary and almost nameless little lives which surround us on every side and which we contemplate with eyes that are amused, but already thinking of other things, when we open our window to welcome the first hours of spring, or when we go into the gardens or the fields to bask in the blue summer days. We take up at random one of these bulky volumes and naturally expect to find first of all the very learned and rather dry lists of names, the very fastidious and exceedingly quaint specifications of those huge, dusty graveyards of which all the entomological treatises that we have read so far seem almost 8 Preface wholly to consist. We therefore open the book without zest and without unreasonable expectations; and forthwith, from between the open leaves, there rises and unfolds itself, without hesitation, without interruption and almost without remission to the end of the four thousand pages, the most extraordinary of tragic fairy plays that it is possible for the human imagination, not to create or to con- ceive, but to admit and to acclimatize within itself. Indeed, there is no question here of the human imagination. The insect does not be- long to our world. The other animals, the plants even, notwithstanding their dumb life and the great secrets which they cherish, do not seem wholly foreign to us. In spite of all, we feel a certain earthly brotherhood in them. They often surprise and amaze our intelligence, but do not utterly upset it. There is something, on the other hand, about the insect that does not seem to belong to the habits, the ethics, the psychology of our globe. One would be inclined to say that the insect comes from another planet, more mon- strous, more energetic, more insane, more atrocious, more infernal than our own. One would think that it was born of some comet The Life of the Spider that had lost its course and died demented in space. In vain does it seize upon life with an authority, a fecundity unequalled here below ; we cannot accustom ourselves to the idea that it is a thought of that nature of whom we fondly beheve ourselves to be the privileged children and probably the ideal to which all the earth's efforts tend. Only the infinitely small disconcerts us still more greatly; but what, in reality, is the infinitely small other than an insect which our eyes do not see? There is, no doubt, in this astonishment and lack of understanding a certain instinctive and profound uneasiness inspired by those existences incomparably better-armed, better- equipped than our own, by those creatures made up of a sort of compressed energy and activity in whom we suspect our most myste- rious adversaries, our ultimate rivals and, perhaps, our successors. But it is time, under the conduct of an ad- mirable guide, to penetrate behind the scenes of our fairy play and to study at close quarters the actors and supernumeraries, loathsome or Preface magnificent, as the case may be, grotesque or sinister, heroic or appalling, genial or stupid and almost always improbable and unintel- ligible. And here, to begin with, taking the first that comes, is one of those individuals, fre- quent in the South, where we can see it prowl- ing around the abundant manna which the mule scatters heedlessly along the white roads and the stony paths: I mean the Sacred Scarab of the Egyptians, or, more simply, the Dung-beetle, the brother of our northern Geotrupes, a big Coleopteron all clad in black, whose mission in this world is to shape the more savoury parts of the prize into an enormous ball which he must next roll to the subterranean dining-room where the incred- ible digestive adventure is to take its course. But destiny, jealous of all undiluted bliss, be- fore admitting him to that spot of sheer delight, imposes upon the grave and probably sententious beetle tribulations without num- ber, which are nearly always complicated by the arrival of an untoward parasite. Hardly has he begun, by dint of great ef- forts of his frontal shield and bandy legs, to roll the toothsome sphere backwards, when an II The Life of the Spider indelicate colleague, who has been awaiting the completion of the work, appears and hypo- critically offers his services. The other well knows that, in this case, help and services, besides being quite unnecessary, will soon mean partition and dispossession; and he ac- cepts the enforced collaboration without en- thusiasm. But, so that their respective rights may be clearly marked, the legal owner in- variably retains his original place, that Is to say, he pushes the ball with his forehead, whereas the compulsory guest, on the other side, pulls It towards him. And thus It jogs along between the two gossips, amid inter- minable vicissitudes, flurried falls, grotesque tumbles, till It reaches the place chosen to receive the treasure and to become the ban- queting-hall. On arriving, the owner sets about dlgg'ng out the refectory, while the sponger pretends to go innocently to sleep on the top of the bolus. The excavation be- comes visibly wider and deeper; and soon the first dung-beetle dives bodily Into It. This is the moment for which the cunning aux- iliary was waiting. He nimbly scrambles down from the blissful eminence and, push- ing It with all the energy that a bad con- Preface science gives, strives to gain the offing. But the other, who is rather distrustful, inter- rupts his laborious excavations, looks over- board, sees the sacrilegious rape and leaps out of the hole. Caught in the act, the shame- less and dishonest partner makes untold ef- forts to play upon the other's credulity, turns round and 1-ound the inestimable orb and, embracing it and propping himself against it, with fraudulent heroic exertions pretends to be frantically supporting it on a non-existent slope. The two expostulate with each other in silence, gesticulate wildly with their mandibles and tarsi and then, with one accord, bring back the ball to the burrow. It is pronounced sufficiently spacious and comfortable. They introduce the treasure, they close the entrance to the corridor; and now, in the propitious darkness and the warm damp, where the magnificent stercoral globe alone holds sway, the two reconciled mess- mates sit down face to face. Then, far from the light and the cares of day and in the great silence of the hypogeous shade, solemnly commences the most fabulous ban- quet whereof abdominal imagination ever evoked the absolute beatitudes. 13 The Life of the Spider For two whole months, they remain clois- tered; and, with their paunches proportion- ately hollowing out the inexhaustible sphere, definite archetypes and sovereign symbols of the pleasures of the table and the gaiety of the belly, they eat without stopping, without interrupting themselves for a second, day or night. And, while they gorge, steadily, with a movement perceptible and constant as that of a clock, at the rate of three millimetres a minute, an endless, unbroken ribbon unwinds and stretches itself behind them, fixing the memory and recording the hours, days and weeks of the prodigious feast. After the Dung-beetle, that dolt of the company, let us greet, also in the order of the Coleoptera, the model household of the Min- otaurus typhaus, which is pretty well-known and extremely gentle, in spite of its dreadful name. The female digs a huge burrow which is often more than a yard and a half deep and which consists of spiral staircases, landings, passages and numerous chambers. 14 Preface The male loads the earth on the three- pronged fork that surmounts his head and carries it to the entrance of the conjugal dwelling. Next, he goes into the fields in search of the harmless droppings left by the sheep, takes them down to the first storey of the crypt and reduces them to flour with his trident, while the mother, right at the bottom, collects the flour and kneads it into huge cylin- drical loaves, which will presently be food for the little ones. For three months, until the provisions are deemed suflUcient, the unfortu- nate husband, without taking nourishment of any kind, exhausts himself in this gigantic work. At last, his task accomplished, feeling his end at hand, so as not to encumber the house with his wretched remains, he spends his last strength in leaving the burrow, drags himself laboriously along and, lonely and re- signed, knowing that he is henceforth good for nothing, goes and dies tar away among the stones. Here, on another side, are some rather strange caterpillars, the Processionaries, which are not rare; and, as it happens, a single string of them, five or six yards long, has just climbed down from my umbrella- 15 The Life of the Spider pines and is at this moment unfolding itself in the walks of my garden, carpeting the ground traversed with transparent silk, ac- cording to the custom of the race. To say nothing of the meteorological apparatus of unparalleled delicacy which they carry on their backs, these caterpillars, as everybody knows, have this remarkable quality, that they travel only in a troop, one after the other, like Breughel's blind men or those of the parable, each of them obstinately, indissolubly follow- ing its leader; so much so that, our author having one morning disposed the file on the edge of a large stone vase, thus closing the circuit, for seven whole days, during an atro- cious week, amidst cold, hunger and un- speakable weariness, the unhappy troop on its tragic round, without rest, respite or mercy, pursued the pitiless circle until death overtook 5 But I see that our heroes are infinitely too numerous and that we must not linger over our descriptions. We may at most, in enu- merating the more Important and familiar, i6 Preface bestow on each of them a hurried epithet, in the manner of old Homer. Shall I mention, for instance, the Leucospis, a parasite of the Mason-bee, who, to slay his brothers and sisters in their cradle, arms himself with a horn helmet and a barbed breastplate, which he doffs immediately after the extermination, the safeguard of a hideous right of primo- geniture? Shall I tell of the marvellous anatomical knowledge of the Tachytes, of the Cerceris, of the Ammophila, of the Lan- guedocian Sphex, who, according as they wish to paralyze or to kill their prey or their adversary, know exactly, without ever blunder- ing, which nerve-centre to strike with their sting or their mandibles? Shall I speak of the art of the Eumenes, who transforms her stronghold into a complete museum adorned with shells and grains of translucent quartz; of the magnificent metamorphosis of the Pachytilus cinarescens; of the musical in- strument owned by the Cricket, whose bow numbers one hundred and fifty triangular prisms that set In motion simultaneously the four dulcimers of the elytron? Shall I sing the fairy-like birth of the nymphs of the Anthophagus, a transparent monster, with a 17 The Life of the Spider bull's snout, that seems carved out of a blodc of crystal? Would you behold the Flesh-fly, the common Blue-bottle, daughter of the mag- got, as she issues from the earth? Listen to our author : 'She disjoints her head into two movable halves, which, each distended with its great red eye, by turns separate and reunite. In the intervening space a large glassy hernia rises and disappears, disappears and rises. When the two halves move asunder, with one eye forced back to the right and the other to the left, it is as though the insect were split- ting its brain-pan in order to expel the con- tents. Then the hernia rises, blunt at the end and swollen into a great knob. Next, the forehead closes and the hernia retreats, leav- ing visible only a kind of shapeless muzzle. In short, a frontal pouch, with deep pulsations momentarily renewed, becomes the instru- ment of deliverance, the pestle wherewith the newly-hatched Dipteron bruises the sand and causes it to crumble. Gradually, the legs push the rubbish back and the insect advances so much towards the surface.' i8 Preface 6 And monster after monster passes, such as the imagination of Bosch or Callot never conceived! The larva of the Rose-chafer, which, though it have legs under its belly, always travels on its back; the Blue-winged Locust, unluckier still than the Flesh-fly and possessing nothing wherewith to perforate the soil, to escape from the tomb and reach the light but a cervical bladder, a viscous blister ; and the Empusa, who, with her curved ab- domen, her great projecting eyes, her legs with knee-pieces armed with cleavers, her hal- berd, her abnormally tall mitre would cer- tainly be the most devilish goblin that ever walked the earth, if, beside her, the Praying Mantis were not so frightful that her mere aspect deprives her victims of their power of movement when she assumes, in front of them, what the entomologists have termed 'the spectral attitude.' One cannot mention, even casually, the numberless industries — nearly all of absorb- ing interest — exercised among the rocks, un- der the ground, in the walls, on the branches, the grass, the flowers, the fruits and down to 19 The Life of the Spider the very bodies of the subjects studied; for we sometimes find a treble superposition of parasites, as In the Oil-beetles ; and we see the maggot Itself, the sinister guest at the last feast of all, feed some thirty brigands with Its substance. Among the Hymenoptera, which represent the most Intellectual class In the world which we are studying, the building-talents of our wonderful Domestic Bee are certainly equal, In other orders of architecture, by those of more than one wild and solitary bee and not- ably by the Megachlle, or Leaf-cutter, a lit- tle Insect which Is not all outside show and which, to house Its eggs, manufactures honey- pots formed of a multitude of disks and el- lipses cut with mathematical precision from the leaves of certain trees. For lack of space, I am unable, to my great regret, to quote the beautiful and pellucid pages which J. H. Fabre, with his usual conscientiousness, de- votes to the exhaustive study of this admirable work; nevertheless, since the occasion offers, let us listen to his own words, though it be 20 Preface but for a moment and in regard to a single detail : 'With the oval pieces, the question changes. What model has the Megachile when cut- ting into fine ellipses the delicate material of the robinia? What ideal pattern guides her scissors? What measure dictates the dimen- sions ? One would like to think of the insect as a living compass, capable of tracing an elliptic curve by a certain natural inflexion of the body, even as our arm traces a circle by swinging from the shoulder. A blind mech- anism, the mere outcome of her organiza- tion, would in that case be responsible for her geometry. This explanation would tempt me, if the oval pieces of large dimensions were not accompanied by much smaller, but likewise oval pieces, to fill the empty spaces. A compass which changes its radius of itself and alters the degree of curvature according to the exigencies of a plan appears to me an instrument somewhat difficult to believe in. There must be something better than that. The circular pieces of the lid suggest it to us. 'If, by the mere flexion Inherent in her structure, the leaf-cutter succeeds in cutting 21 The Life of the Spider out ovals, how does she manage to cut out rounds ? Can we admit the presence of other wheels in the machinery for the new pattern, so different in shape and size ? However, the real point of the difficulty does not lie there. Those rounds, for the most part, fit the mouth of the bottle with almost exact preci- sion. When the cell is finished, the bee flies hundreds of yards further to make the lid. She arrives at the leaf from which the disk is to be cut. What picture, what recollection has she of the pot to be covered? Why, none at all: she has never seen it; she works underground, in profound darkness! At the utmost, she can have the indications of touch : not actual indications, of course, for the pot is not there, but past indications, ineffective in a work of precision. And yet the disk must be of a fixed diameter: if it were too large, it would not fit in; if too small, it would close badly, it would smother the egg by sliding down on the honey. How shall it be given its correct dimensions without a pattern? The Bee does not hesitate for a moment. She cuts out her disk with the same rapidity which she would display in detach- ing any shapeless lobe just useful for closing; 22 Preface and that disk, without further measurement, is of the right size to fit the pot. Let whoso will explain this geometry, which in my opinion is inexplicable, even when we allow for memory begotten of touch and sight.' Let us add that the author has calculated that, to form the cells of a kindred Mega- chile, the Silky Megachile, exactly 1,064 of these ellipses and disks would be required; and they must all be collected and shaped in the course of an existence that lasts a few weeks. 8 Who would imagine that the Pentatomida, on the other hand, the poor and evil-smelling bug of the woods, has invented a really ex- traordinary apparatus wherewith to leave the egg? And first let us state that this egg is a marvellous little box of snowy whiteness, which our author thus describes : 'The microscope discovers a surface en- graved with dents similar to those of a thimble and arranged with exquisite sym- metry. At the top and bottom of the cylin- 23 The Life of the Spider der is a wide belt of a dead black; on the sides, a large white zone with four big, black spots evenly distributed. The lid, surrounded by snowy cilia and encircled with white at the edge, swells into a black cap with a white knot in the centre. Altogether, a dismal burial urn, with the sudden contrast between the dead black and the fleecy white. The funeral pottery of the ancient Etruscans would have found a magnificent model here.' The httle bug, whose forehead is too soft, covers her head, to raise the lid of the box, with a mitre formed of three triangular rods, which Is always at the bottom of the egg at the moment of delivery. Her limbs being sheathed like those of a mummy, she has nothing wherewith to put her tringles in motion except the pulsations produced by the rhythmic flow of blood in her skull and act- ing after the manner of a piston. The rivets of the lid gradually give way; and, as soon as the insect is free, she lays aside her mechanical helmet. Another species of bug, the Reduvius per- sonatus, which lives mostly in lumber-rooms, where it lies hidden in the dust, has invented 24 Preface a still more astonishing system of hatching. Here, the lid of the egg is not riveted, as in the case of the Pentatomids, but simply glued. At the moment of liberation, the lid rises and we see : '. . . a spherical vesicle emerge from the shell and gradually expand, like a soap- bubble blown through a straw. Driven further and further back by the extension of this bladder, the lid falls. 'Then the bomb bursts; in other words, the blister, swollen beyond its capacity of resistance, rips at the top. This envelope, which is an extremely tenuous membrane, generally remains clinging to the edge of the orifice, where it forms a high, white rim. At other times, the explosion loosens It and flings it outside the shell. In those con- ditions, it is a dainty cup, half spherical, with torn edges, lengthened out below into a deli- cate, winding stalk.' Now, how is this miraculous explosion pro- duced ? J. H. Fabre assumes that : 'Very slowly, as the little animal takes shape and grows, this bladder-shaped reser- 25 The Life of the Spider voir receives the products of the work of respiration performed under the cover of the outer membrane. Instead of being expelled through the egg-shell, the carbonic acid, the incessant result of the vital oxidization, is accumulated in this sort of gasometer, inflates and distends it and presses upon the lid. When the insect is ripe for hatching, a super- added activity in the respiration completes the inflation, which perhaps has been prepar- ing since the first evolution of the germ. At last, yielding to the increasing pressure of the gaseous bladder, the lid becomes unsealed. The Chick in its shell has its air-chamber; the young Reduvlus has its bomb of carbonic acid : It frees itself in the act of breathing.' One would never weary of dipping eagerly into these inexhaustible treasures. We im- agine, for Instance, that, from seeing cob- webs so frequently displayed in all manner of places, we possess adequate notions of the genius and methods of our familiar spiders. Far from It: the realities of scientific obser- vation call for an entire volume crammed with revelations of which we had no concep- tion. I will simply name, at random, the 26 Preface symmetrical arches of the Clotho Spider's nest, the astonishing funicular flight of the young of our Garden Spider, the diving-bell of the Water Spider, the live telephone-wire which connects the web with the leg of the Cross Spider hidden in her parlour and in- forms her whether the vibration of her toils is due to the capture of a prey or a caprice of the wind. It is impossible, therefore, short of having unlimited space at one's disposal, to do more than touch, as it were with the tip of the phrases, upon the miracles of maternal in- stinct, which, moreover, are confounded with those of the higher manufactures and form the bright centre of the insect's psychology. One would, in the same way, require several chapters to convey a summary idea of the nuptial rites which constitute the quaintest and most fabulous episodes of these new Arabian Nights. The male of the Spanish-fly, for instance, begins by frenziedly beating his spouse with his abdomen and his feet, after which, with 27 The Life of the Spider his arms crossed and quivering, he remains long in ecstasy. The newly-wedded Osmiae clap their mandibles terribly, as though it were a matter rather of devouring each other; on the other hand, the largest of our moths, the Great Peacock, who is the size of a bat, when drunk with love finds his mouth so completely atrophied that It becomes no more than a vague shadow. But nothing equals the marriage of the Green Grasshop- per, of which I cannot speak here, for it is doubtful whether even the Latin language possesses the words needed to describe it as it should be described. All said, the marriage customs are dread- ful and, contrary to that which happens in every other world, here it is the female of the pair that stands for strength and intelli- gence and also for cruelty and tyranny, which appear to be their inevitable consequence. Almost every wedding ends in the violent and immediate death of the husband. Often, the bride begins by eating a certain number of suitors. The archetype of these fantastic unions could be supplied by the Languedo- cian Scorpions, who, as we know, carry lobster-claws and a long tail supplied with a 28 Preface sting, the prick of which is extremely dan- gerous. They have a prelude to the festival in the shape of a sentimental stroll, claw in claw; then, motionless, with fingers still gripped, they contemplate each other bliss- fully, interminably: day and night pass over their ecstasy while they remain face to face, petrified with admiration. Next, the foreheads come together and touch; the mouths — if we can give the name of mouth to the monstrous orifice that opens between the claws — are joined in a sort of kiss; after which the union is accomplished, the male is transfixed with a mortal sting and the ter- rible spouse crunches and gobbles him up with gusto. But the Mantis, the ecstatic insect with the arms always raised in an attitude of supreme Invocation, the horrible Mantis religiosa or Praying Mantis, does better still: she eats her husbands (for the insatiable creature sometimes consumes seven or eight in succes- sion), while they strain her passionately to their heart. Her inconceivable kisses devour, not metaphorically, but in an appallingly real fashion, the ill-fated choice of her soul or her stomach. She begins with the head, 29 The Life of the Spider goes down to the thorax, nor stops till she comes to the hind-legs, which she deems too tough. She then pushes away the unfortu- nate remains, while a new lover, who was quietly awaiting the end of the monstrous banquet, heroically steps forward to undergo the same fate. J. H. Fabre is indeed the revealer of this new world, for, strange as the admission may seem at a time when we think that we know all that surrounds us, most of those insects mi- nutely described in the vocabularies, learnedly classified and barbarously christened had hardly ever been observed in real life or thor- oughly investigated, in all the phases of their brief and evasive appearances. He has devoted to surprising their little secrets, which are the reverse of our greatest mysteries, fifty years of a solitary existence, misunderstood, poor, often very near to penury, but lit up every day by the joy which a truth brings, which is the greatest of all human joys. Petty truths, I shall be told, those presented by the habits of a spider or a grasshopper. There are no petty truths to-day; there Is but one truth, whose looking-glass, to our uncertain eyes, seems broken, though its every fragment, 30 Preface whether reflecting the evolution of a planet or the flight of a bee, contains the supreme law. And these truths thus discovered had the good fortune to be grasped by a mind which knew how to understand what they them- selves can but ambiguously express, to inter- pret what they are obliged to conceal and, at the same time, to appreciate the shimmering beauty, almost invisible to the majority of mankind, that shines for a moment around all that exists, especially around that which still remains very close to nature and has hardly left its primeval obscurity. To make of these long annals the generous and delightful masterpiece that they are and not the monotonous and arid register of little descriptions and insignificant acts that they might have been, various and so to speak conflicting gifts were needed. To the patience, the precision, the scientific minute- ness, the protean and practical ingenuity, the energy of a Darwin in the face of the un- known, to the faculty of expressing what has to be expressed with order, clearness and cer- tainty, the venerable anchorite of Serignan adds many of those qualities which are not to 31 The Life of the Spider be acquired, certain of those innate good poetic virtues which cause his sure and supple prose, devoid of artificial ornament and yet adorned with simple and as it were uninten- tional charm, to take its place among the ex- cellent and lasting prose of the day, prose of the kind that has its own atmosphere, in which we breathe gratefully and tranquilly and which we find only around masterpieces. Lastly, there was needed — and this was not the least requirement of the work — a mind ever ready to cope with the riddles which, among those little objects, rise up at every step, as enormous as those which fill the skies and perhaps more numerous, more im- perious and more strange, as though nature had here given a freer scope to her last wishes and an easier outlet to her secret thoughts. He shrinks from none of those boundless problems which are persistently put to us by all the inhabitants of that tiny world where mysteries are heaped up in a denser and more bewildering fashion than in any other. He thus meets and faces, turn by turn, the re- doubtable questions of instinct and intelli- gence, of the origin of species, of the harmony or the accidents of the universe, of 32 Preface the life lavished upon the abysses of death, without counting the no less vast, but so to speak more human problems which, among infinite others, are inscribed within the range, if not within the grasp, of our intelligence: parthenogenesis; the prodigious geometry of the wasps and bees; the logarithmic spiral of the Snail ; the antennary sense ; the miracu- lous force which, in absolute isolation, with- out the possible introduction of anything from the outside, increases the volume of the Minotaurus' egg ten-fold, where it lies, and, during seven to nine months, nourishes with an invisible and spiritual food, not the leth- argy, but the active life of the Scorpion and of the young of the Lycosa and the Clotho Spider. He does not attempt to explain them by one of those generally-acceptable theories such as that of evolution, which merely shifts the ground of the difficulty and which, I may mention in passing, emerges from these volumes in a somewhat sorry plight, after being sharply confronted with incontestable facts. Waiting for chance or a god to enlighten us, he is able, in the presence of the un- known, to preserve that great religious and 33 The Life of the Spicier attentive silence which is dominant in the best minds of the day. There are those who say : 'Now that you have reaped a plentiful harvest of details, you should follow up an- alysis with synthesis and generalize the origin of instinct in an all-embracing view.' To these he replies, with the humble and magnificent loyalty that illumines all his work: 'Because I have stirred a few grains of sand on the shore, am I in a position to know the depths of the ocean ? 'Life has unfathomable secrets. Human knowledge will be erased from the archives of the world before we possess the last word that the Gnat has to say to us. . . . 'Success is for the loud talkers, the self- convinced dogmatists; everything is admitted on condition that it be noisily proclaimed. Let us throw off this sham and recognize that, in reality, we know nothing about anything, if things were probed to the bottom. Scien- tifically, Nature is a riddle without a definite solution to satisfy man's curiosity. Hypoth- esis follows on hypothesis; the theoretical rubbish-heap accumulates; and truth ever 34 Preface eludes us. To know how not to know might well be the last word of wisdom.' Evidently, this is hoping too little. In the frightful pit, in the bottomless funnel where- in whirl all those contradictory facts which are resolved in obscurity, we know just as much as our cave-dwelling ancestors; but at least we know that we do not know. We survey the dark faces of all the riddles, we try to estimate their number, to classify their varying degrees of dimness, to obtain an idea of their places and extent. That already is something, pending the day of the first gleams of light. In any case, it means doing, in the presence of the mysteries, all that the most upright intelligence can do to-day; and that is what the author of this incomparable Iliad does, with more confidence than he professes. He gazes at them attentively. He wears out his life in surprising their most minute se- crets. He prepares for them, in his thoughts and in ours, the field necessary for their evo- lutions. He increases the consciousness of his ignorance in proportion to their importance and learns to understand more and more that theY are incomprehensible. Maurice Maeterlinick. 35 TRANSLATOR'S NOTE The following essays have been selected from the ten volumes composing the Souvenirs entomologiques. Although a good deal of Henri Fabre's masterpiece has been published in English, none of the articles treating of spiders has been issued before, with the excep- tion of that forming Chapter II of the pres- ent volume, The Banded Epeira, which first appeared in The English Review. The rest are new to England and America. The Fabre books already published are Insect Life, translated by the author of Made- moiselle Mori (Macmillan Co., 1901) ; The Life and Love of the Insect, translated by myself (Macmillan Co., 1911); and Social Life in the Insect World, translated by Mr. Bernard Miall (Century Co., 1912). Refer- ences to the above volumes will be found, whenever necessary, in the foot-notes to the present edition. For the rest, I have tried not to overburden my version with notes ; and, in view of this, I have, as far as possible, simplified the scieu- Preface tific terms that occur in the text. In so doing I know that I have but followed the wishes of the author, who never wearies of protest- ing against 'the barbarous terminology' fa- voured by his brother-naturalists. The mat- ter became even more urgent in English than in any of the Latin languages ; and I readily agreed when it was pointed out to me that, in a work essentially intended for general read- ing, there was no purpose in speaking of a Coleopteron when the word 'beetle' was to hand. In cases where an insect had inevitably to be mentioned by its Greek or Latin name, a note is given explaining, in the fewest words, the nature of the insect in question. I have to thank my friend, M. Maurice Maeterlinck, for the stately preface which he has contributed to this volume, and Mr. Mar- maduke Langdale and Miss Frances Rodwell for the generous assistance which they have given me in the details of my work. And I am also greatly indebted to Mr. W. S. Graff Baker for his invaluable help with the mathe- matical difficulties that confronted me in the translation of the Appendix. Alexander Teixeira de Mattos. Chelsea, io October, 19 12. 27 CHAPTER I THE BLACK-BELLIED TARANTULA npHE Spider has a bad name: to most of -*• us, she represents an odious, noxious ani- mal, which every one hastens to crush under foot. Against this summary verdict the ob- server sets the beast's industry, Its talent as a weaver, its wiliness In the chase, its tragic nup- tials and other characteristics of great Inter- est. Yes, the Spider is well worth studying, apart from any scientific reasons; but she is said to be poisonous, and that is her crime and the primary cause of the repugnance where- with she Inspires us. Poisonous, I agree, if by that we understand that the animal is armed with two fangs which cause the immediate death of the little victims which It catches ; but there is a wide difference between killing a Midge and harming a man. However imme- diate in its effects upon the Insect entangled In the fatal web, the Spider's poison Is not serious for us and causes less Inconvenience than a Gnat-bite. That, at least, is what we 39 The Life of the Spider can safely say as regards die great majority of die Spiders of our regions. Nevertheless, a few are to be feared; and foremost among these is the Mahnignatte, the terror of the Corsican peasantry. I have seen her settle in the furrows, lay out her web and rush boldly at insects larger than herself; I have admired her garb of black velvet spec- kled with carmine-red ; above all, I have heard most disquieting stories told about her. Around Ajaccio and Bonifacio, her bite is re- puted ver}- dangerous, sometimes mortaL The coimtryman declares this for a fact and the doctor does not always dare deny it. In the neighbourhood of Pujaud, nor far from Avig- non, the harvesters speak with dread of Theridion lugubre,^ first observed by Leon Dufour in the Catalonlan mountains; accord- ing to them, her bite would lead to serious ac- cidents. The Italians have bestowed a bad reputation on the Tarantula, who produces convulsions and frenzied dances in the person stung by her. To cope with 'tarantism,' the name given to the disease that follows on the bite of the Italian Spider, you must have re- course to music, the only efficacious remedy, 'A small or moderate-sized Spider found among foliage. — Translator's Note. 40 The Black-Bellied Tarantula so they tell us. Special tunes have been noted, those quickest to afford relief. There is medi- cal choreography, medical music. And have we not the tarantella, a lively and nimble dance, bequeathed to us perhaps by the heal- ing art of the Calabrian peasant? Must we take these queer things seriously or laugh at them ? From the httle that I have seen, I hesitate to pronounce an opinion. Nothing tells us that the bite of the Taran- tula may not provoke, in weak and ven.' im- press'.on.ible people, a nerv^ous disorder which music will relieve; nothing tells us that a pro- fuse perspiration, resulting from a ven,- ener- getic dance, is not likely to diminish the dis- comfort by diminishing the cause of the ail- ment. So far from laughing. I reflect and en- quire, when the Calabrian peasant talks to me of his Tarantula, the Pujaud reaper of his TheridioH Jugubrc, the Corsican husbandman of his Maknignatte. Those Spiders might easily deser\-e, at least partly, their terrible reputation. The most powerful Spider in my district, the Black-bellied Tarantula, will presently give us something to think about, in this con- nection. It is not my business to discuss a 41 The Life of the Spider medical point, I interest myself especially in matters of instinct; but, as the poison-fangs play a leading part in the huntress's man- oeuvres of war, I shall speak of their effects by the way. The habits of the Tarantula, her ambushes, her artifices, her methods of killing her prey: these constitute my subject. I will preface it with an account by Leon Dufour,^ one of those accounts in which I used to de- light and which did much to bring me into closer touch with the insect. The Wizard of the Landes tells us of the ordinary Taran- tula, that of the Calabrias, observed by him in Spain: 'Lycosa tarantula by preference inhabits open places, dry, arid, uncultivated places, exposed to the sun. She lives generally — at least when full-grown — in underground pas- sages, regular burrows, which she digs for herself. These burrows are cylindrical; they are often an inch in diameter and run into the ground to a depth of more than a foot; but they are not perpendicular. The inhabitant of this gut proves that she is at the same 'Leon Dufour (1780-1865) was an army surgeon who served with distinction in several campaigns and subse- quently practised as a doctor in the Landes. He attained great eminence as a naturalist. — Translator's Note. 42 The Black-Bellied Tarantula time a skilful hunter and an able engineer. It was a question for her not only of con- structing a deep retreat that could hide her from the pursuit of her foes : she also had to set up her observatory whence to watch for her prey and dart out upon it. The Taran- tula provides for every contingency: the underground passage, in fact, begins by being vertical, but, at four or five inches from the surface, it bends at an obtuse angle, forms a horizontal turning and then becomes perpen- dicular once more. It is at the elbow of this tunnel that the Tarantula posts herself as a vigilant sentry and does not for a moment lose sight of the door of her dwelling; it was there that, at the period when I was hunting her, I used to see those eyes gleaming like diamonds, bright as a cat's eyes in the dark. The outer orifice of the Tarantula's bur- row is usually surmounted by a shaft con- structed throughout by herself. It is a gen- uine work of architecture, standing as much as an inch above the ground and sometimes two inches in diameter, so that it is wider than the burrow itself. This last circum- stance, which seems to have been calculated by the industrious Spider, lends itself admir- 43 The Life of the Spider ably to the necessary extension of the legs at the moment vrhen the prey is to be seized. The shaft is composed mainly of bits of dry wood joined by a little clay and so artistically laid, one above the other, that they form tlie scaffolding of a straight column, the inside of which Is a hollow cylinder. The solidity of this tubular building, of this outwork, is ensured above all by the fact that it Is lined, upholstered within, with a texture woven by the Lycosa's^ spinnerets and continued throughout the interior of the burrow. It is easy to imagine how useful this cleverly- manufactured lining must be for preventing landslip or warping, for maintaining clean- liness and for helping her claws to scale the fortress. 'I hinted that this outwork of the burrow was not there Invariably; as a matter of fact, I have often come across Tarantulas' holes without a trace of It, perhaps because It had been accidentally destroyed by the weather, or because the Lycosa may not al- ' The Tarintnla 15 a Lycosa. or Wolf-spider Fabre's Tarantula, the Black-belUed Tarantula, is identical with the Xarbonne Lycosa, under which name the description is continued in Ctapter; m. to vx, all of which ■. er- written at a considerably later date than the present chapter. — Translator s Note. 44 The Black-Bellied TarLintula ways light upon the proper building-materials, or, lastly, because architectural talent is pos- sibly declared only in individuals that have reached the final stage, the period of per- fection of their physical and intellectual development. 'One thing is certain, that I have had numerous opportunities of seeing these shafts, these outworks of the Tarantula's abode; thev remind me, on a larger scale, of the tubes of certain Caddis-worms. The Arachnid had more than one object in \"iew in constructing them : she shelters her retreat from the floods ; she protects it from the fall of foreign bodies which, swept by the wind, might end hy ob- structing it; lastly, she uses it as a snare by offering the Fhes and other insects whereon she feeds a projecting point to settle on. Who shall tell us all the wiles employed by this clever and daring huntress? "Let us now sav son^ierhmg about my rather diverting Tarantula-hunts. The best season for them is the months of May and Tune. The first time that I lighted on this Spider's burrows and disco\ered that they were inhabited by seeing her come to a point on the first floor oi her dwelling — the elbow 45 The Life of the Spider which I have mentioned — I thought that I must attack her by main force and pursue her relentlessly in order to capture her; I spent whole hours in opening up the trench with a knife a foot long by two inches wide, with- out meeting the Tarantula. I renewed the operation in other burrows, always with the same want of success ; I really wanted a pick- axe to achieve my object, but I was too far from any kind of house. I was obliged to change my plan of attack, and I resorted to craft. Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention. 'It occurred to me to take a stalk, topped with its spikelet, by way of a bait, and to rub and move it gently at the orifice of the burrow. I soon saw that the Lycosa's at- tention and desires were roused. Attracted by the bait, she came with measured stars towards the spikelet. I withdrew it in good time a little outside the hole, so as not to leave the animal time for reflexion; and the Spider suddenly, with a rush, darted out of her dwelling, of which I hastened to close the entrance. The Tarantula, bewildered by her unaccustomed liberty, was very awkward in evading my attempts at capture: and I com- 46 The Black-Bellied Tarantula pelled her to enter a paper bag, which I closed without delay. 'Sometimes, suspecting the trap, or per- haps less pressed by hunger, she would remain coy and motionless, at a slight distance from the threshold, which she did not think it oppor- tune to cross. Her patience outlasted mine. In that case, I employed the following tac- tics: after mailing sure of the Lycosa's posi- tion and the direction of the tunnel, I drove a knife into it on tlie slant, so as to take the animal in the rear and cut oft its retreat by stopping up the burrow. I seldom failed in my attempt, especially in soil that was not stony. In these critical circumstances, either the Tarantula took fright and deserted her lair for the open, or else she stubbornly re- mained with her back to the blade. I would then give a sudden jerk to the knife, which flung both the earth and the Lycosa to a distance, enabling me to capture her. By employing this hunting-method, I sometimes caught as many as fifteen Tarantulae within the space of an hour. 'In a few cases, in which the Tarantula was under no misapprehension as to the trap which I was setting for her, I was not a lit- 47 The Life of the Spider de surprised, when I pushed the stalk far enough down to twist it round her hiding- place, to see her pla}- with the spikelet more or less contemptuously and push it away with her legs, v.ithout troubling to retreat to the back of her lair. 'The Apulian peasants, according to Baglivi's'^ account, also hunt the Tarantula by imitating the humming of an insect with an oat-stalk at the entrance to her burrow. I quote the passage : ' ^'Ruricola nostri quando eas captare vo- lunt, ad illorum latibula accedunt, tenuisque wcenacea fstulie sonum, apum murmuri non ahsimilem, modulantur. Quo audita, ferox exit Tarentula ut muscas vel alia hujus modi insecta, quorum murmur esse putat, capiat; captatur tamen ista a rustico insidiatore." ' 'The Tarantula, so dreadful at first sight, especially when we are filled with the idea ^Giorgio Baglivi (1669-1707;, professor of anatomy and medicine at Rome. — Translator's l^ote. ""When our husbandrr.eri wish to catch them, they ap- proach their hidine-places. and play on a thin erass pii>e. making a sound n jt unlike the h'jmming of bees. Hear- ing which, the Tarantula rushes out iierce'.y that she may catch the flies or other insects of this kind, whose buzzing she thinks it to be; but she herself is caught by her rustic trapper." 48 The Black-Bellied Tarantula that her bite is dangerous, so fierce in appear- ance, is nevertheless quire easy to tame, as I have often found by experiment. 'On the 7th of May 1S12. while at Va- lencia, in Spain. I caught a fair-sized male Tarantula, without hurting him, and im- prisoned him in a glass jar, with a paper cover in which I cut a trap-door. At the bottom of the jar I put a paper bag, to sen-e as his habitual residence. I placed the jar on a table in my bedroom, so as to have him under frequent obser\-ation. He soon grew accus- tomed to capti\-ity^ and ended by becoming so familiar that he would come and take from my fingers the live Fly which I gave him. After killing his victim with the fangs of his mandibles, he was not satisfied, like most Spiders, to suck her head: he chewed her whole body, sho\"ing it piecemeal into his mouth with his palpi, after which he threw up the masticated teguments and swept them away from his lodging. "Having finished his meal, he nearly al- ways made his toiler, which consisted in brushing his palpi and mandibles, both inside and out, with his front tarsi. After that, he resumed his air of motionless gravir\'. The 49 The Life of the Spider evening and the night were his time for tak- ing his walks abroad. I often heard him scratching the paper of the bag. These habits confirm the opinion, which I have already expressed elsewhere, that most Spiders have the facult}' of seeing by day and night, like cats. 'On the 28th of June, my Tarantula cast his skin. It was his last moult and did not perceptibly alter either the colour of his at- tire or the dimensions of his body. On the 14th of July, I had to leave Valencia; and I stayed away until the 23d. During this time, the Tarantula fasted; I found him look- ing quite well on my return. On the 20th of August, I again left for a nine days' absence, which my prisoner bore without food and without detriment to his health. On the ist of October, I once more deserted the Taran- tula, leaving him without provisions. On the 2 1st, I was fifty miles from Valencia, and as I intended to remain there, I sent a servant to fetch him. I was sorry to learn that he was not found in the jar, and I never heard what became of him.. 'I will end my observations on the Taran- tula with a short description of a curious 50 The Black-Bellied Tarantula fight between those animals. One day, when I had had a successful hunt after these Lycoss, I picked out nvo full-grown and ven- powerful males and brought them to- gether In 3 wide jar, in order to enjoy the sight of a combat to the death. After walk- ing round the arena several times, to try and avoid each other, they were not slow in placing themselves in a warlike attitude, as though at a given signal. I saw ther.i. to my surprise, take their distances and sit up solemnly on their hind-legs, so as mutually to present the shield of tlieir cliests to each other. After watching them face to face like that for two minutes, during which they had doubtless provoked each other by glances that escaped my own, I saw them fling them- selves upon each other at the same time, twisting their legs round each other and ob- stinately strutTtrhni: to bite each other with the fangs of the mandibles. '\"\liether from fatigue or from convention, the combat was suspended; there was a few seconds" truce: and each athlete moved away and resunied his threatening posture. This circumstance reminded me that, in the strange lights be- tween cars, there are also suspensions of The Life of the Spider hostilities. But the contest was soon renewed between my two Tarantula with increased fierceness. One of them, after holding vic- tor}- in the balance for a while, was at last thrown and received a mortal wound in the head. He became the prey of the conqueror, who tore open his skull and devoured it. After this curious duel, I kept the victorious Tarantula alive for several weeks.' My district does not boast the ordinary Tarantula, the Spider whose habits have been described above by the Wizard of the Landes; but it possesses an equivalent in the shape of the Black-beUied Tarantula, or Xar- bonne Lycosa, half the size of the other, clad in black velvet on the lower surface, espe- cially under the beUy, with brown che\Tons on the abdomen and grey and white rings aroimd the legs. Her favourite home is the dry, pebbly ground, covered with sun-scorched thyme. In my harmas^ laboratory there are quite twenty of this Spider's burrows. Rarely do I pass by one of these haunts without giving a glance down the pit where gleam, ^Prorengal for the bit of waste ground en which the author studies his insects in the n5.tjral state. — Trans- lator'^ Note. 52 The Black-Bellied Tarantula like diamonds, the four great eves, the four telescopes, of the her:nit. The four others, which are much smaller, are not visible at that depth. Would I have greater riches, I have but to walk a himdred j-ards from my house, on the neighbouring plateau, once a shady forest, to-day 3 dreary solitude where the Cricket browses and the Wheat-ear flits from stone to srone. The love of lucre has laid waste the land. Because wine paid handsomely, they pulled up the forest to plant the vine. Then came the Phylloxera, the vine-srocks perished and the once green table-land is now no more than a desolate stretch where a few tufts of hardy grasses sprout among the pebbles. This waste-land is the Lycosa's paradise: in an hour's time, if need were, I should discover a hundred burrows within a limited range. These dwellings are pits about a foot deep, perpendicular at first and then bent elbow- wise. The average diameter is an inch. On the edge of the hole stands a kerb, formed of straw, bits and scraps of all sorts and even small pebbles, the size of a hazel-nut. The whole is kept in place and cemented with silk. 53 The Life of the Spider Often, the Spider confines herself to drawing together the dry blades of the nearest grass, which she ties down with the straps of her spinnerets, without removing the blades from the stems; often, also, she rejects this scaffold- ing in favour of a masonry constructed of small stones. The nature of the kerb is de- cided by the nature of the materials within the Lycosa's reach, in the close neighbour- hood of the building-yard. There Is no selection: everything meets with approval, provided that it be near at hand. Economy of time, therefore, causes the de- fensive waU to vary greatly as regards its constituent elements. The height varies also. One enclosure is a turret an inch high; another amounts to a mere rim. All have their parts bound firmly together with silk; and aU have the same width as the subter- ranean channel, of which they are the exten- sion. There is here no difference in diameter between the underground manor and its out- work, nor do we behold, at the opening, the platform which the turret leaves to give free play to the Italian Tarantula's legs. The Black-bellied Tarantula's work takes the form of a well surmounted by its kerb. 54 The Black-Bellied Tarantula When the soil is earthy and homogeneous, the architectural type is free from obstruc- tions and the Spider's dwelling is a cylin- dric.ll tube; but, when the sire is pebblv. the shape is modified according to the exigencies of the digging. In the second case, the lair is often a rough, winding cave, at intervals along whose inner wall stick blocks of stone avoided in the process of excavation. Whether regular or irregular, the house is pl.isrered to a certain depth with a coat of silk, which pre\"ents earthslips and facilitates scaling when a prompt exit is required. Baglivi. in his unsophisticated Latin, teaches us how to catch the Tarantula. I be- can-;e his rus'uuj iusiJi.nor; I waved a spike- let at the entrance of the burrow to imitate the humming of a Bee and attract tlie atten- tion of the I vcosa. who n:shes out. thinking that she is capturing a prey. This method did nor succeed with me. The Spider, it is true, leaves her remote apartments and comes a lirrle way up tlie vertical tube to enquire into the sounds at her door: but the wily animal soon scents a trap; it remains motion- less at mid-height and. at the least alarm, tro-^s The Life of the Spider down again to the branch gallery, where it is invisible. Leon Dufour's appears to me a better method if it were only practicable in the con- ditions wherein I find myself. To drive a knife quickly into the ground, across the bur- row, so as to cut off the Tarantula's retreat when she is attracted by the spikelet and standing on the upper floor, would be a man- oeuvre certain of success, if the soil were favourable. L nf ortunately, this is not so in my case : you might as weU try to dig a knife into a block of tufa. Other stratagems become necessary. Here are two which were successful: I recommend them to future Tarantula-hunters. I insert into the burrow, as far down as I can, a stalk with a fleshy spikelet, which the Spider can bite into. I move and turn and twist my bait. The Tarantula, when touched by the in- truding body, contemplates self-defence and bites the spikelet. A slight resistance informs my fingers that the animal has fallen into the trap and seized the tip of the stalk in its fangs. I draw it to me, slowly, carefuUy; the Spider hauls from below, planting her legs against the wall. It comes, it rises. I 56 The Black-Bellied Tarantula hide as best I may, when the Spider enters the perpendicular tunnel: it she saw me, she would let go the bait and slip down again. I thus bring her. hy degrees, to the orifice. This is the difficult moment. If I continue the gentle movement, the Spider, feeling her- self dragged out of her home, would at once run back indoors. It is impossible to get the suspicious animal out hy this means. There- fore, when it appears at the level of the ground, I give a sudden puU. Surprised by this foul play, the Tarantula has no time to release her hold; gripping the spikelet, she is thrown some inches away from the burrow. Her capture now becomes an easy matter. Outside her own house, the Lycosa is timid, as though scared, and hardly capable of run- ning away. To push her with a straw into a paper bag is the affair of a second. It requires some patience to bring the Tarantula who has bitten into the insidious spikelet to the entrance of the burrow. The following method is quicker : I procure a sup- ply of live Bumble-bees. I put one into a little bottle with a mouth just wide enough to cover the opening of the burrow; and I turn the apparatus thus baited over the said open- The Life of the Spider ing. The powerful Bee at first flutters and hums about her glass prison; then, perceiv- ing a burrow similar to that of her family, she enters It without much hesitation. She is extremely ill-advised: while she goes aown. the Spider comes up; and the meeting takes place in the perpendicular passage. For a few moments, the ear perceives a sort of death-song: it is the humming of the Bumble-bee, protesting against the reception given her. This is followed by a long silence. Then I rem.ove the bottle and dip a long-jawed forceps into the pit. I withdraw the Bumble-bee, motionless, dead, with hang- ing proboscis. A terrible tragedy must have happened. The Spider foUows, refusing to let go so rich a booty. Game and huntress are brought to the orifice. Somietim.es. m.is- trustful, the Lycosa goes in again; but we have only to leave the Bumble-bee on the threshold of the door, or even a few inches away, to see her reappear, issue from her fortress and daringly recapture her prey. This is the moment: the house is closed with the hnger, or a pebble: and, as Baglivi savs, 'captatur tamen ista a rustico insidiatore,' to which I will add, ^adjuiante Bombo.'^ "^^ Thanks to the E-.:=:h:e-lKe.' 58 The Black-Bellied Tarantxila The object of these hunting methods was not exactly to obt;i:n Tarantulae: I had not the least wish to rear the Spider in a bottle. I was interested in a different matter. Here, thought I. is an ardent huntress, ll\-ing solely by her trade. She does not prepare preserved foodstutis for her onspring:^ she herself feeds on the prey which she catches. She is not a 'paralyzer'- who cleverly spares her quarry so as to leave it a glimmer of life and keep it fresh for weeks at a time; she is a killer, who makes a meal off her capture on the spot. With her, there is no methodical ^^^-isection, which destroys movement with- out entirely destroying life, but ::bsolute death, as sudden as possible, which protects the assaihuit from the counter-attacks of the assailed. Her game, moreover, is essentially bulky and not always of the most peacefal char- acter. This Diana, ambushed in her tower, needs a prey worthy of her prowess. The big Grasshopper, with the powerful jaws; the irascible Wasp; the Bee, the Bvumble-bee and other wearers of poisoned daggers must fall 'Like :he P-.:r.g^-"ree:'.es, — ^'•J^--.".;;."'•■,5 .W.'t". T_£ke the Sdicary Wisps. — Trj':j^::i:'r's XsU. 59 The Life of the Spider into the ambuscade from time to time. The duel is nearly equal in point of weapons. To the venomous fangs of the Lycosa the Wasp opposes her venomous stiletto. Which of the two bandits shaU have the best of it? The struggle is a hand-to-hand one. The Tarantula has no secondary means of de- fence, no cord to bind her victim, no trap to subdue her. When the Epeira, or Garden Spider, sees an insect entangled in her great upright web, she hastens up and covers the captive with corded meshes and sUk ribbons by the armful, making aU resistance impossi- ble. When the prey is solidly bound, a prick Is carefully administered with the poison- fangs ; then the Spider retires, waiting for the death-throes to cahn down, after which the huntress comes back to the game. In these conditions, there is no serious danger. In the case of the Lycosa, the job is riskier. She has naught to serve her but her courage and her fangs and is obliged to leap upon the formidable prey, to master it by her dexterity, to annihilate it, in a measure, by her swift-slaying talent. Annihilate is the word: the Bumble-bees whom I draw from the fatal hole are a suf- 60 The Black-Bellied Tarantula ficlent proof. As soon as that shriU buzzing, which I called the death-song, ceases, in vain I hasten to insert my forceps: I always bring out the insect dead, with slack proboscis and limp legs. Scarce a few quivers of those legs tell me that it is a quite recent corpse. The Bumble-bee's death is instantaneous. Each time that I take a fresh victim from the ter- rible slaughter-house, my surprise is renewed at the sight of its sudden inmiobility. Nevertheless, both animals have very nearly the same strength; for I choose my Bumble-bees from among the largest {Bom- bus hcrtorum and B. terrestris). Their weapons are almost equal: the Bee's dart can bear comparison wiA the Spider's fangs; the sting of the first seems to me as formid- able as the bite of the second. How comes it diat the Tarantula always has the upper hand and this moreo\"er in a ver\" short con- flict, whence she emerges unscathed? There must certainly be some cunning strategy on her part. Subtle though her poison may be, I cannot believe tfiat its mere injection, at any point whatever of the victim, is enou^ to produce so pitnnpt a catastrophe. The ill-famed rattle-snake does not kill so quiddy, 6i The Life of the Spider takes hours to achieve that for which the Tarantula does not require a second. We must, therefore, look for an explanation of this sudden death to the vital importance of the point attacked by the Spider, rather than to the virulence of the poison. What is this point? It is impossible to recognize it on the Bumble-bees. They enter the burrow; and the murder is cominitted far from sight. Xor does the lens discover any wound upon the corpse, so delicate are the weapons that produce it. One would have to see the two adversaries engage in a direct contest. I have often tried to place a Taran- tula and a Bumble-bee face to face in the same bottle. The two animals mutually flee each other, each being as much upset as the other at its captivity. I have kept them together for twenty-four hours, without ag- gressive display on either side. Thinking more of their prison than of attacking each other, they temporize, as though indifferent. The experiment has always been fruitless. I have succeeded with Bees and Wasps, but the murder has been committed at night and has taught me nothing. I would find both insects, next morning, reduced to a jeUy un- 62 The Black-BelUed Tarantula der the Spider's mandibles. A weak prey is a mouthful which the Spider reserves for the calm of the night. A prey capable of resist- ance is not attacked in captivity. The pris- oner's anxiety cools the hunter's ardour. The arena of a large bottle enables each addete to keep out of the other's way, re- spected by her adversary, who is respected in her turn. Let us reduce the lists, diminish the enclosure. I put Bumble-bee and Taran- tula into a test-tube that has only room for one at the bottom. A lively brawl ensues, without serious results. If the Bumble-bee be underneath, ^e lies down on her back and with her legs wards off the other as mudi as she can. I do not see her draw her sting. The Spider, meanwhile, embracing the whole circumference of the enclosure with her long legs, hoists herself a little upon the slipperjT surface and removes herself as far as possible from her adversary. There, motionless, she awaits events, which are soon disturbed by the fussy Bumble-bee. Should the latter occupy the upper position, the Tarantida protects herself by drawing up her legs, which keep the enemy at a distance. Li short, save for sharp scuffles when the two 63 The Life of the Spider champions are in touch, nothing happens that deserves attention. There is no duel to the death in the narrow arena of the test-tube, any more than in the wider lists afforded by the bottle. Utterly timid once she is away from home, the Spider obstinately refuses the battle ; nor wiU the Bumble-bee, giddy though she be, think of striking the first blow. I abandon experiments in my study. We must go direct to the spot and force the duel upon the Tarantula, who is fuU of pluck in her own stronghold. Only, instead of the Bumble-bee, who enters the burrow and conceals her death from our eyes, it is necessary to substitute another adversary, less inclined to penetrate underground. There abounds in the garden, at this moment, on the flowers of the common clary, one of the largest and most powerful Bees that haunt my district, the Carpenter-bee {Xylocopa i-iola- ced) , clad in black velvet, with wings of pur- ple gauze. Her size, which is nearly an inch, exceeds that of the Bumble-bee. Her sting is excruciating and produces a swelling that long continues painful. I have very exact memo- ries on this subject, memories that have cost me dear. Here indeed is an antagonist worthy 64 The Black-Bellied Tarantula of the Tarantula, if I succeed in inducing the Spider to accept her. I place a certain num- ber, one by one, in botdes small in capacity, but having a wide neck capable of surround- ing the entrance to the burrow. As the prey which I am about to offer is capable of overawing the huntress, I select from among the Tarantulae the lustiest, die boldest, those most stimulated by himger. The spikeleted stalk is pushed into the bur- row. When the Spider hastens up at once, whoi Ae is of a good size, when she climbs boldly to the aperture of her dwelling, she is admitted to the tourney; otfierwise, she is refused. Tlie botde, baited with a Carp)en- ter-bee, is placed upside down over die door of one of the elect. The Bee buzzes gravely in her glass bell; die himtres mounts from the recesses of the cave; she is on die threshold, but inside; she looks; she waits. I also wait. The quarters, the half-hours pass : nothing. The Spider goes down again : she has probably judged die attempt too dan- gerous. I move to a second, a third, a fourth burrow: still nothing; the huntress refuses to leave her lair. Fortune at last snules upon my patience, 65 The Life of the Spider which has been heavily tried by all these prudent retreats and particularly by the fierce heat of the dog-days. A Spider suddenly rushes from her hole : she has been rendered warlike, doubtless, by prolonged abstinence. The tragedy that happens under the cover of the bottle lasts for but the twinkling of an eye. It is over: the sturdy Carpenter-bee is dead. Where did the murderess strike her. That is easily ascertained: the Tarantula has not let go; and her fangs are planted in the nape of the neck. The assassin has the knowledge which I suspected : she has made for the essen- tially vital centre, she has stung the insect's cervical ganglia with her poison-fangs. In short, she has bitten the only point a lesion in which produces sudden death. I was delighted with this murderous skill, which made amends for the blistering which my skin received in the sun. Once is not custom: one swallow does not make a summer. Is what I have just seen due to accident or to premeditation? I turn to other Lycosae. Many, a deal too many for my patience, stubbornly refuse to dart from their haunts in order to attack the Carpenter-bee. The formidable quarr\- is too 66 The Black-Bellied Tarantula much for their daring. Shall not hunger, which brings the wolf from the wood, also bring the Tarantula out of her hole? Two, apparently more famished than the rest, do at last pounce upon the Bee and repeat the scene of murder before my eyes. The prey, again bitten in the neck, exclusively in the neck, dies on the instant. Three murders, perpetrated in my presence under identical conditions, represent the fruits of my experi- ment pursued, on two occasions, from eight o'clock in the morning unt'd twelve midday. I had seen enough. The quick insect- killer had taught me her trade as had the paralyzer^ before her: she had shown me that she is thoroughly versed in the art of the butcher of the Pampas.^ The Tarantula is an accomplished desnucador. It remained to me to confirm the open-air experiment with experiments in the privacy of my study. I therefore got together a menagerie of these poisonous Spiders, so as to judge of the viru- 'Sach as the Hairy Ammophila, the Careens and the Langnedocian Sphex, Digger-wasps described in other of the author's essays. — Translator's Note. 'The deSHucador, the Argentine slaughterman, whose methods of sJajnng cattle are detailed in the author's essay entitled. The Theory of Instinct. — Translator's Note. 67 The Life of the Spider lence of their venom and its effect according to the part of the body injured by the fangs. A dozen botdes and test-tubes received the prisoners, whom I captured by the methods known to the reader. To one inclined to scream at the sight of a Spider, my study, filled with odious Lycosse, would have pre- sented a very uncanny appearance. Though the Tarantula scorns or rather fears to attack an adversary placed in her presence in a botde, she scarcely hesitates to bite what is thrust beneath her fangs. I take her by the thorax with my for- ceps and present to her mouth the animal which I wish stung. Forthwith, if the Spider be not already tired by experiments, the fangs are raised and inserted. I first tried the effects of the bite upon the Carpenter- bee. When struck in the neck, the Bee suCt cumbs at once. It was the lightning death which I witnessed on the threshold of the burrows. When struck in the abdomen and then placed in a large botde that leaves its movements free, the insect seems, at first, to have suffered no serious injury. It flut- ters about and buzzes. But half an hour has not elapsed before death is irmuineiit. The 6S The Black-Bellied Tarantula insect lies motionless upon its back or side. At most, a few movements of the legs, a slight pulsation of the be%, continuing till the morrow, proclaim that life has not yet entirely departed. Then everything ceases: the Carpenter-bee is a corpse. The importance of this experiment compels our attention. WTien stung in the neck, the powerful Bee dies on the spot ; and the Spider has not to fear the dangers of a desperate struggle. Stung elsewhere, in the abdomen, Ae insect is capable, for nearly half an hour, of making use of its dart, its mandibles, its legs; and woe to the Lycosa whom the stiletto reaches. I have seen some who, stabbed in the mouth while biting close to the sting, died of the wound within the twenty-four hours. That dangerous prey, therefore, requires in- stantaneous death, produced by the injury to the nerve-centres of the neck; otherwise, the himter's life would often be in jeopardy. The Grasshopper order supplied me with a second series of victims: green Grasshop- pers as long as one's finger, large-headed Locusts, Ephippigerse.^ The same result fol- lows when these are bitten in the neck: light- 'A family of Grasshoppers. — Transhtur's Note, 69 The Life of the Spider ning death. When injured elsewhere, not- ably Ln the abdomen, the subject of the experiment resists for some time. I have seen a Grasshopper, bitten in the beUy, cling firmly for fifteen hours to the smooth, upright wall of the glass bell that constituted his prison. At last, he dropped off and died. Where the Bee, that delicate organism, succumbs in less than half an hour, the Grasshopper, coarse ruminant that he is. resists for a whole day. Put aside these differences, caused by unequal degrees of organic sensitiveness, and we sum up as follows : when bitten by the Tarantula in the neck, an insect, chosen from among the largest, dies on the spot: when bitten else- where, it perishes also, but after a lapse of time which varies considerably in the different entomological orders. This explains the long hesitation of the Tarantula, so wearisome to the experimenter when he presents to her, at the entrance to the burrow, a rich, but dangerous prey. The ma- jorin," refuse to fling themselves upon the Car- penter-bee. The fact Is that a quarry of this kind cannot be seized recklessly: the huntress who missed her stroke by biting at random would do so at the risk of her hfe. The 70 The Black-Bellied Tarantula nape of the neck alone possesses the desired vxilnerability. The adversary must be nipped there and no elsewhere. Not to floor her at once would mean to irritate her and make her more dangerous than ever. The Spider is well aware of this. In the safe shelter of her threshold, therefore, prepared to beat a quick retreat if necessary, she watches for the favourable moment; she waits for the big Bee to face her, when the neck is easily grabbed. If this condition of success offer, she leaps out and acts; if not, wean,- of the violent evolutions of the quarry, slie retires indors. And that, no doubt, is why it took me two sit- tings of four hours apiece to witness three assassinations. Formerly, instructed by the paralysing Wasfjs, I had myself tried to produce paral- ysis by injecting a drop of ammonia into the thorax of those insects, such as Wee- vils, Buprestes* and Dung-beetles, whose compact nervous system assists this phj'sio- loglcal operation. I showed mj^self a ready pupil to my masters' teaching and used to paralyse a Buprestis or a Weevil almost as 'A g- pigera, with the object of inducing a pass- ing torpor. But they simply squeeze the brain, and do even this with a wise dis- cretion; they are careful not to drive their sting into this fundamental centre of life; not one of them ever thinks of doing so, for the result would be a corpse which the larva would despise. The Spider, on the other hand, inserts her double dirk there and there alone; any elsewhere it would inflict a wound likely to increase resistance through irritation. She wants a venison for consump- tion without delay and brutally thrusts her fangs into the spot which the others so con- scientiously respect. If the instinct of these scientific murderers is not, in both cases, an inborn predisposi- tion, inseparable from the animal, but an acquired habit, then I rack my brain in vain to understand how that habit can have been acquired. Shroud these facts in theoretic mists as much as you will, you shall never succeed in veiling the glaring evidence which they afford of a pre-established order of things. CHAPTER II THE BA>rDED EPEIRA TX the Inclement season of the year, when ■'■ the insect has nothing to do and retires to winter quarters, the observer profits by the mildness of the sunny nooks and grubs in the sand, lifts the stones, searches the brushwood; and often he is stirred with a pleasurable ex- citement, when he lights upon some ingenious work of art, discovered unawares. Happy are the simple of heart whose ambition is satis- fied with such treasure-trove! I wish them all the joys which it has brought me and which it will continue to bring me, despite the vexations of life, which grow ever more bit- ter as the years follow their swift downward course. Should the seekers rummage among the wild grasses in the osier-beds and copses, I wish them the delight of finding the wonder- ful object that, at this moment, lies before my eyes. It is the work of a Spider, the nest 78 The Banded Epeira of the Banded Epeira {Epeira fasciata, Latr.). A Spider is not an insect, according to the rules of classification; and as such the Epeira seems out of place here.^ A fig for systems ! It is immaterial to the student of instinct whether the animal have eight legs instead of six or pulmonary sacs instead of air-tubes. Besides, the Araneida belong to the group of segmented animals, organized in sections placed end to end, a structure to which the terms 'insect' and 'entomology' both refer. Formerly, to describe this group, people said 'articulate animals,' an expression which po^essed the drawback of not jarring on the ear and of being understood by all. This is out of date. Nowada}-s, diey use the eupho- nious term 'Arthropoda.' And to think that there are men who question the existence of progress! Infidels! Say, 'articulate,' first; then roll out, 'Arthropoda;' and you shall see whether zoolo^cal science is not pro- gressing ! ^Hie gaieric title of the work from which these es- says are taken is Entomological Memories; or, StudUs Ritbttimg to thg Imstimct and Habits of Insects. — Tnms- lator's Not«. 79 The Life of the Spider In bearing and colouring, Epeira fasciata is die handsomest of die Spiders of the South. On her fat belly, a might}' silk-ware- house nearly as large as a hazel-nut, are alternate yellow, black and silver sashes, to which she owes her epithet of Banded. Around that portly abdomen, the eight long legs, with their dark- and pale-brown rings, radiate like spokes. Any small prey suits her; and, as long as she can find supports for her web, she settles wherever the Locust hops, wherever the Fly hovers, wherever the Dragon-fly dances or the Butterfly flits. As a rule, because of the greater abundance of game, she spreads her toils across some brooklet, from bank to bank, among the rushes. She also stretches them, but not assiduously, in the thickets of evergreen oak, on the slopes with the scrubby greenswards, dear to the Grass- hoppers. Her hunting-weapon is a large upright web, whose outer boundan,-, which varies ac- cording to the disposition of the ground, is fastened to the neighbouring branches by a number of moorings. The structure is that adopted by the other weaving Spiders. 80 The Banded Epeira Straight threads radiate at equal intervals from a central point. Over this framework runs a continuous spiral thread, forming chords, or crossbars, from the centre to the circumference. It is magnificently large and magnificently symmetrical. In the lower part of the web, starting from the centre, a wide opaque ribbon descends zigzag-wise across the radii. This is the Epeira's Trade-mark, the flourish of an artist initialing his creation. ^ Fecit So-and-So,' she seems to say, when giving the last throw of the shuttle to her handiwork. That the Spider feels satisfied when, after passing and repassing from spoke to spoke, she finishes her spiral, is beyond a doubt : the work achieved ensures her food for a few days to come. But, in this particular case, the vanity of the spinstress has naught to say to the matter: the strong silk zigzag is added to impart greater firmness to the web. Increased resistance is not superfluous, for the net is sometimes exposed to severe tests. The Epeira cannot pick and choose her prizes. Seated motionless in the centre of her web, her eight legs widespread to feel the shaking of the network in any direction, 8i The Life of the Spider she waits for what luck will bring her: now some giddy weakling unable to control its flight, anon some powerful prey rushing head- long with a reckless bound. The Locust in particular, the fiery Locust, who releases the spring of his long shanks at random, often falls into the trap. One imagines that his strength ought to frighten the Spider; the kick of his spurred levers should enable him to make a hole, then and there, in the web and to get away. But not at aU. If he does not free himself at the first effort, the Locust is lost. Turning her back on the game, the Epeira works all her spinnerets, pierced like the rose of a watering-pot, at one and the same time. The silky spray is gathered by the hind-legs, which are longer than the others and open into a wide arc to allow the stream to spread. Thanks to this artifice, the Epeira this time obtains not a thread, but an iridescent sheet, a sort of clouded fan wherein the component threads are kept almost separate. The two hind-legs fling this shroud gradually, by rapid alternate armfuls, while, at the same time, they turn the prey over and over, swath- ing it completely. 82 The Banded Epeira The ancient retiarius, when pitted against a powerful wild beast, appeared in the arena with a rope-net folded over his left shoulder. The animal made its spring. The man, with a sudden movement of his right arm, cast the net after the manner of the fishermen; he covered the beast and tangled it in the meshes. A thrust of the trident gave the quietus to the vanquished foe. The Epeira acts in like fashion, with this advantage, that she is able to renew her arm- ful of fetters. Should the first not sufl&ce, a second instantly follows and another and yet another, until the reserves of silk become ex- hausted. When all movement ceases under the snowy winding-sheet, the Spider goes up to her boimd prisoner. She has a better weapon than the bestiarius' trident: she has her poison-fangs. She gnaws at the Locust, without undue persistence, and then with- draws, leaving the torpid patient to pine away. Soon she comes back to her motionless head of game: she sucks it, drains it, re- peatedly changing her point of attack. At last, the clean-bled remains are flung out of 8s The Life of the Spider the net and the Spider returns to her am- bush in the centre of the web. What the Epeira sucks is not a corpse, but a numbed body. If I remove the Locust im- mediately after he has been bitten and release him from the silken sheath, the patient recovers his strength to such an ex- tent that he seems, at first, to have suffered no injury. The Spider, therefore, does not kill her capture before sucking its juices; she is content to deprive it of the power of mo- tion by producing a state of torpor. Perhaps this kindher bite gives her greater facihty in working her pump. The humours, if stag- nant in a corpse, would not respond so readily to the action of the sucker; they are more easily extracted from a live body, in which they move about. The Epeira, therefore, being a drinker of blood, moderates the virulence of her sting, even with victims of appalling size, so sure is she of her retiarian art. The long- legged Trj-xalis,^ the corpulent Grey Locust, the largest of our Grasshoppers, are accepted without hesitation and sudted dry as soon as numbed. Those giants, capable of making a 'A species of Grasshopper. — Translator's Note. 84 The Banded Epeira hole in the net and passing through it in their impetuous onrush, can be but rarely caught. I mjrself place them on the web. The Spider does the rest. La\nshing her silky spray, she swathes them and then sucks the body at her ease, ^^^th an increased expenditure of the spinnerets, the very biggest game is mastered as successfully as the every-day prey. I have seen even better than that. This time, my subject is the Silky Epeira {Epeira sericea, (Ouv.), with a broad, festooned, silvery abdomen. Like that of the other, her web is large, upright and 'signed' with a zigzag ribbon. I place upon it a Praying Mantis,* a well-developed specimen, quite capable of changing roles, should clrcimi- stances permit, and herself making a meal off her assailant. It is a question no longer of capturing a peaceful Locust, but a fierce and powerful ogre, who would rip open the Epeira's paundi with one blow of her har- poons. ^■\n insect akin to the Locusts and Crickets, which, when at rest, adopts an atdtade resembling that of prayer, WTien attacking, it assumes what is known as the ^>ectral attitude.' Its fore-legs form a sort of saw-like or barbed harpoons. Cf. Social Life m the Insect World, by J. H. Fabre, translated by Bernard Miall : Chaps, v to to. — Translator's Xote. 8S The Life of the Spider Will the Spider dare? Not immedi- ately. Motionless in the centre of her net, she consults her strength before attacking the formidable quarry; she waits until the strug- gling prey has its claws mare thickly en- tangled. At last, she approaches. The Mantis curls her beUy; lifts her wings like vertical sails; opens her saw-toothed arm- pieces; in short, adopts the spectral attitude which she employs when delivering battle. The Spider disregards these menaces. Spreading wide her spinnerets, she pumps out sheets of silk which the hind-legs draw out, expand and fling without stint in alternate armfuls. Under this shower of threads, the Mantis' terrible saws, the lethal legs, quickly disappear from sight, as do the wings, still erected in the spectral posture. Meanwhile, the swathed one gives sudden jerks, which make the Spider fall out of her web. The accident is provided for. A safety-cord, emitted at the same instant by the spinnerets, keeps the Epeira hanging, swinging in space. When calm is restored, she packs her cord and climbs up again. The heavy paunch and the hind-legs are now bound. The flow slackens, the silk comes 86 The Banded Epeira only in thin sheets. Fortunately, the busi- ness is done. The prey is invisible under the thick shroud. The Spider retires without giving a bite. To master the terrible quarn-, she has spent the whole reser^-es of her spinning-mill, enough to weave many good-sized webs. With this heap of shackles, further precau- tions are superfluous. After a short rest in the centre of the net, she comes down to dinner. Slight incisions are made in different parts of the prize, now here, now there; and the Spider puts her mouth to each and sucks the blood of her prey. The meal is long protracted, so rich is the dish. For ten hours I watch the in- satiable glutton, who changes her point of attack as each wound sucked dries up. Night comes and robs me of the finish of the un- bridled debauch. Next morning, the drained Mantis lies upon the ground. The Ants are eagerly devouring the remains. The eminent talents of the Epeirse are dis- played to even better purpose in the industrial business of motherhood than in the art of the chase. The silk bag, the nest, in which the Banded Epeira houses her eggs, is a mudi The Life of the Spider greater marvel than the bird's nest. In shape it is an inverted balloon, nearly the size of a pigeon's egg. The top tapers like a pear and is cut short and crowned with a scalloped rim, the comers of which are lengthened by means of moorings that fasten the object to the adjoining twigs. The whole, a graceful ovoid, hangs straight down, amid a few threads that steady it. The top is hoUowed into a crater closed with a siUcy padding. Ever}' other part is contained in the general wrapper, formed of thick, compact white satin, difficult to break and impervious to moisture. Brown and even black silk, laid out in broad ribbons, in spindle-shaped patterns, in fanciful meridian waves, adorns the upper portion of the ex- terior. The part played by this fabric is self-evident: it is a waterproof cover which neither dew nor rain can penetrate. Exposed to aU the inclemencies of the weather, among the dead grasses, close to the ground, the Epeira's nest has also to protect its contents from the winter cold. Let us cut the wrapper with our scissors. L^nder- neath, we find a thick layer of reddish-brown silk, not worked into a fabric this time, but The Banded Epeira puffed into an extra-fine wadding. It is a fleecy cloud, an incomparable quilt, softer than any swan's-down. This is the screen set up against loss of heat. And what does this cosy mass protect? See: in the middle of the eiderdown hangs a cylindrical pocket, round at the bottom, cut square at the top and closed with a padded lid. It is made of extremely fine satin; it contains the Epeira's eggs, pretty little orange- coloured beads, which, glued together, form a globule the size of a pea. This is the treas- ure to be defended against the asperities of the winter. Now that we know the structure of the work, let us try to see in what manner the spinstress sets about it The observation is not an easy one, for the Banded Epeira is a night-worker. She needs nocturnal quiet in order not to go astray amid the complicated rules that guide her industry. Now and again, at very early hours In the morning, I have happened to catch her working, which enables me to sum up Ae progress of the operations. My subjects are busy in their bell-shaped cages, at about the middle of August. A The Life of the Spider scaffolding is first run up, at the top of the dome; it consists of a few stretched threads. The wire trellis represents the twigs and the blades of grass which the Spider, if at liberty, would have used as suspension points. The loom works on this shaky support. The Epeira does not see what she is doing; she turns her back on her task. The machinery is so weU put together that the whole thing goes automatically. The tip of the abdomen sways, a little to the right, a little to the left, rises and falls, while the Spider moves slowly round and round. The thread paid out is single. The hind-legs draw it out and place it in position on that which is already done. Thus is formed a satin receptacle the rim of which is gradually raised until it becomes a bag about a centimeter deep.^ The texture is of the daintiest. Guy-ropes bind it to the nearest threads and keep it stretched, especially at the mouth. Then the spinnerets take a rest and the turn of the ovaries comes. A continuous shower of eggs falls into the bag, which is filled to the top. The capacity of the recepn '.39 inch. — Translator's Note. 90 The Banded Epeira tade has been so nicely calculated that there is room for all the eggs, without leaving any space unoccupied. 'When the Spider has finished and retires, I catch a momentary glimpse of the heap of orange-coloured eggs ; but the work of the spinnerets is at once resumed. The next business is to close the bag. The machinery works a little differently. The tip of the belly no longer sways from side to side. It sinks and touches a point; it re- treats, sinks again and touches another point, first here, then there, describing inextricable zigzags. At the same time, the hind-legs tread the material emitted. The result is no longer a stuff, but a felt, a blanketing. Around the satin capsule, which contains the eggs, is the eiderdown destined to keep out the cold. The youngsters will bide for some time in this soft shelter, to strengthen their joints and prepare for the final exodus. It does not take long to make. The spinning- mill suddenly alters the raw material : it was turning out white silk; it now furnishes reddish-brown silk, finer than the other and Issuing in clouds which the hind-legs, those dexterous carders, beat into a sort of froth. 91 The Life of the Spider The egg-pocket disappears, drowned in this exquisite wadding. The balloon-shape is already outlined; the top of the work tapers to a neck. The Spider, moving up and down, tacking first to one side and then to the other, from the very first spray marks out the graceful form as accurately as though she carried a compass in her abdomen. Then, once again, with the same sudden- ness, the material changes. The white silk reappears, wrought into thread. This is the moment to weave the outer wrapper. Be- cause of the thickness of the stuff and the density of its texture, this operation is the longest of the series. First, a few threads are flung out, hither and thither, to keep the layer of wadding in position. The Epeira takes special pains with the edge of the neck, where she fashions an indented border, the angles of which, pro- longed with cords or lines, form the main sup- port of the building. The spinnerets never touch this part without giving it, each time, until the end of the work, a certain added solidity, necessary to secure the stabihty of the balloon. The suspensory indentations soon 92 The Banded Epeira outline a crater which needs plugging. The Spider closes the bag with a padded stopper similar to that with which she sealed the egg- pocket. When these arrangements are made, the real manufacture of the wrapper begins. The Spider goes backwards and forwards, turns and turns again. The spinnerets do not touch the fabric With a rhythmical, alter- nate movement, the hind-legs, the sole im- plements employed, draw the thread, seize it in their combs and apply it to the work, while the tip of the abdomen sways methodically to and fro. In this way, the silken fibre is distributed in an even zigzag, of almost geometrical pre- cision and comparable with that of the cotton thread which the madiines in our factories roll so neatly into balls. And this is repeated all over the surface of the work, for the Spider shifts her position a little at every moment. At fairly frequent intervals, the tip of the abdomen is lifted to the mouth of the bal- loon ; and then the spinnerets really touch the fringed edge. The length of contact is even considerable. We find, therefore, that the 93 The Life of the Spider thread is stuck in this star-shaped fringe, the foundation of the building and the crux of the whole, while every elsewhere it is simply laid on, in a manner determined by the move- ments of the hind-legs. If we wished to un- wind the work, the thread would break at the margin; at any other point, it would unroU. The Epeira ends her web with a dead- white, angular flourish; she ends her nest with brown mouldings, which run down, ir- regularly, from the marginal junction to the bulging middle. For this purpose, she makes use, for the third time, of a different silk; she now produces silk of a dark hue, vary- ing from russet to black. The spinnerets distribute the material with a wide longitudi- nal swing, from pole to pole; and the hind- legs apply it in capricious ribbons. When this is done, the work is finished. The Spider moves away with slow strides, without giving a glance at the bag. The rest does not in- terest her: time and the sun will see to it. She felt her hour at hand and came down from her web. Near by, in the rank grass, she wove the tabernacle of her offspring and, in so doing, drained her resources. To re- &4 The Banded Epeira sume her hunting-post, to return to her web would be useless to her: she has not the wherewithal to bind the prey. Besides, the fine appetite of former days has gone. Withered and languid, she drags out her ex- istence for a few days and, at last, dies. TWs is how things happen in my cages ; this is how they must happen in the brushwood. The Silky Epeira {Epeira sericea, Ouv.) excels the Banded Epeira in the manufacture of big hunting-nets, but she is less gifted in the art of nest-building. She gives her nest the inelegant form of an obtuse cone. The opening of this pocket is very wide and is scalloped into lobes by which the edifice is slung. It is closed with a large lid, half satin, half swan's-down. The rest is a stout white fabric, frequently covered with irregular brown streaks. The difference between the work of the two Epeirae does not extend beyond the wrap- per, which is an obtuse cone in the one case and a balloon in the other. The same in- ternal arrangements prevail behind this front- age: first, a flossy quilt; next, a little keg in which the e^s are padced. Though the two Spiders build the outer wall according to 9S The Life of the Spider special architectural rules, they both employ the same means as a protection against the cold. As we see, the egg-bag of the Epeirae, particularly that of the Banded Epeira, is an important and complex work. Various ma- terials enter into its composition: white silk, red silk, brown silk; moreover, these materi- als are worked into dissimilar products : stout cloth, soft eiderdown, dainty satinette, porous felt. And aU of this comes from the same workshop that weaves the hunting-net, warps the zigzag ribbon-band and casts an entan- gling shroud over the prey. What a wonderful silk- factory it is I With a very simple and never-varying plant, con- sisting of the hind-legs and the spinnerets, it produces, by turns, rope-maker's, spinner's, weaver's, ribbon-maker's and fuller's work. How does the Spider direct an establish- ment of this kind ? How does she obtain, at will, skeins of diverse hues and grades? How does she turn them out, first in this fashion, then in that? I see the results, but I do not understand the machiner}" and still less the process. It beats me altogether. The Spider also sometimes loses her head 96 The Banded Epeira in her difficult trade, when some trouble dis- turbes the peace of her nocturnal labours. I do not provoke this trouble myself, for I am not present at those unseasonable hours. It is simply due to the conditions prevailing in my menagerie. In their natural state, the Epeirae setde separately, at long distances from one another. Each has her own hunting-grounds, where there is no reason to fear the competition that would result from the close proximity of the nets. In my cages, on the other hand, there is cohabitation. In order to save space, I lodge two or three Epeirae in the same cage. Mj' easy-going captives live together in peace. There is no strife between them, no encroach- ing on the neighbour's property. Each of them weaves herself a rudimentary web, as far from the rest as possible, and here, rapt in contemplation, as though indifferent to what the others are doing, she awaits the hop of the Locust. Nevertheless, these close quarters have their drawbacks when laying-time arrives. The cords by which the different estabhsh- ments are hung Interlace and criss-cross in a confused network. \Vhen one of them 97 The Life of the Spider shakes, all the others are more or less affected. This is enough to distract the layer from her business and to make her do silly things. Here are two instances. A bag has been woven during the night. I find it, when I visit the cage in the morning, hanging from the treUis-work and completed. It is perfect, as regards structure; it Is deco- rated with the regulation black meridian curves. There is nothing missing, nothing except the essential thing, the eggs, for which the spinstress has gone to such expense in the matter of siUcs. Where are the eggs? They are not in the bag, which I open and find empty. They are lying on the ground below, on the sand in the pan, utterly unprotected. Disturbed at the moment of discharging them, the mother has missed the mouth of the little bag and dropped them on the floor. Perhaps even, in her excitement, she came down from above and, compelled by the ex- igencies of the ovaries, laid her eggs on the first support that offered. Xo matter : if her Spider brain contains the least gleam of sense, she must be aware of the disaster and is there- fore bound at once to abandon the elaborate manufacture of a now superfluous nest. 98 The Banded Epeira Not at all : the bag is woven around noth- ing, as accurate in shape, as finished in struc- ture as under normal conditions. The absurd perseverance displayed by certain Bees, whose egg and provisions I used to remove,^ is here repeated without the slightest interfer- ence from me. My victims used scrupulously to seal up their empty cells. In the same way, the Epeira puts die eiderdown quilting and the tafFeta wrapper roimd a capsule that contains nothing. Another, distracted from her work by some startling vibration, leaves her nest at the moment when the layer of red-brown wad- ding is being completed. She flees to the dome, at a few inches above her unfinished work, and spends upon a shapeless mattress, of no use whatever, all the silk with which she would have woven the outer wrapper if nothing had come to disturb her. Poor fool! You upholster the wires of your cage with swan's-down and you leave the eggs imperfectly protected. The absence of the work already executed and the hard- ness of the metal do not warn you that you 'These experiments are described in the author's es- say on the Mason Bees entitled Fragmemis on Insect Psychology. — Tnmslator's Xote. 99 The Life of the Spider are now engaged upon a senseless task. You remind me of the Pelopaeus,^ who used to coat with mud the place on the wall whence her nest had been removed. You speak to me, in your own fashion, of a strange psy- chology which is able to reconcile the wonders of a master-craftsmanship with aberrations due to unfathomable stupidity. Let us compare the work of the Banded Epeira with that of the Penduline Titmouse, the cleverest of our small birds in the art of nest-building. This Tit haunts the osier-beds of the lower reaches of the Rhone. Rocking gently in the river breeze, his nest sways pendent over the peaceful backwaters, at some distance from the too-impetuous cur- rent. It hangs from the drooping end of the branch of a poplar, an old willow or an aider, all of them tall trees, favouring the banks of streams. It consists of a cotton bag, closed all round, save for a small opening at the side, just sufficient to allow of the mother's pas- sage. In shape, it resembles the bodv of an alembic, a chemist's retort with a short lateral neck, or, better still, the foot of a 'A species of Wasp. — Translator's Note. 100 The Banded Epeira stocking, with the edges brought together, but for a little round hole left at one side. The outward appearances increase the like- ness: one can almost see the traces of a knit- ting-needle working with coarse stitches. That is why, struck by this shape, the Provengal peasant, in his expressive language, calls the Penduline lou Dehassaire, the Stodc- ing-knitter. The early-ripening seedlets of the willows and poplars furnish the materials for the work. There breaks from them, in May, a sort of remal snow, a fine down, which the eddies of the air heap in the crevices of the ground. It is a cotton similar to that of our manufactures, but of very short staple. It comes from an inexhaustible warehouse: the tree is bountiful; and the wind from the osier- beds gathers the tiny flocks as they pour from the seeds. They are easy to pick up. The difficulty is to set to work. How does the bird proceed, In order to knit its stock- ing? How, with sudi simple implements as its beak and daws, does it manage to produce a fabric which our skilled fingers would fail to achieve? An examination of the nest will inform us, to a certain extent. JOJ The Life of the Spider The cotton of the poplar cannot, of itself, supply a hanging pocket capable of supporting the weight of the brood and resisting the buffeting of the wind. Rammed, entangled and packed together, the flocks, similar to those which ordinary- wadding would give if chopped up very fine, would produce only an agglomeration devoid of cohesion and liable to be dis- pelled by the first breath of air. They require a canvas, a woof, to keep them in position. Tiny dead stalks, with fibrous barks, well softened by the action of moisture and the air, furnish the Penduline with a coarse tow, not unlike that of hemp. With these liga- ments, purged of ever}- woody particle and tested for flexibiUt}- and tenacity, he winds a number of loops round the end of the branch which he has selected as a support for his structure. It is not a very accurate piece of work. The loops run clumsily and anyhow: some are slacker, others tighter: but, when all is said, it is solid, which is the main point. Also, this fibrous sheath, the keystone of the edifice, occupies a fair length of branch, The Banded Epeira which enables the fastenings for the net to be multiplied. The several straps, after describing a cer- tain number of turns, ravel out at the ends and hang loose. After them come inter- laced threads, greater in nxunber and finer in texture. In the tangled jumble occur what might almost be described as weaver's knots. As far as one can judge by the result alone, without having seen the bird at work, this is how the canvas, the support of the cotton wall, is obtained. This woof, this inner framework, is ob- \-iously not constructed in its entirety from the start; it goes on gradually, as the bird stuffs the part above it with cotton. The wadding, pidced up bit by bit from the ground, is teazled by the bird's claws and in- serted, all fleecy, into the meshes of the cauA-as. The beak pushes it, the breast presses it, both inside and out. The result is a soft felt a couple of indies thick. Near the top of the poudi, on one side, is contrived a narrow orifice, tapering into a short nedv. This is the kitchen-door. In order to pass through it, die Penduline, small though he be, has to force the elastic parti- 103 The Life of the Spider tion, which yields slightly and then contracts. Lastly, the house is furnished with a mattress of first-quality cotton. Here lie from six to eight white eggs, the size of a cherry-stone. Well, this wonderful nest is a barbarous casemate compared with that of the Banded Epeira. As regards shape, this stocking-foot cannot be mentioned in the same breath with the Spider's elegant and faultlessly-rounded balloon. The fabric of mixed cotton and tow is a rustic frieze beside the spinstress' satin; the suspension-straps are clumsy cables compared with the delicate silk fastenings. Where shall we find in the Penduline's mat- tress aught to vie with the Epeira's eider- down, that teazled russet gossamer? The Spider is superior to the bird in every way, in so far as concerns her work. But, on her side, the Penduline is a more devoted mother. For weeks on end, squat- ting at the bottom of her purse, she presses to her heart the eggs, those little white pebbles from which the warmth of her body will bring forth life. The Epeira knows not these softer passions. Without bestowing a second glance on it, she abandons her nest to its fate, be it good or ill. 104 CHAPTER III THE NARBONNE LYCOSA npHE Epeira, who displays such aston- -■- ishing industry to give her eggs a dwelling-house of incomparahle perfection, becomes, after that, careless of her family. For what reason? She lacks the time. She has to die when the first cold comes, whereas the eggs are destined to pass the winter in their downy snuggery. The desertion of the nest is inevitable, owing to the very force of things. But, if the hatching were earlier and took place in the Epeira's lifetime, I imagine that she would rival the bird in devotion. So I gather from the analogy of Thomhm ottustus, Walck., a shapely Spider who weaves no web, lies in wait for her prey and waJks sideways, after the manner of the Crab. I have spoken elsewhere^ of her encounters with the Domestic Bee, whom she jugulates by biting her in the neck. ^n Chapter VIII. of the present volume. — TntHS- lator's Note- The Life of the Spider Skilful in the prompt despatch of her prey, the little Crab Spider is no less well-versed in the nesting art. I find her settled on a privet in the enclosure. Here, in the heart of a cluster of flowers, the luxurious creature plaits a little pocket of white satin, shaped like a wee thimble. It is the receptacle for the eggs. A round, flat lid, of a felted fabric, closes the mouth. Above this ceiling rises a dome of stretched threads and faded flowerets which have fallen from the cluster. This is the watcher's belvedere, her conning-tower. An opening, which is always free, gives access to this post. Here the Spider remains on constant duty. She has thinned greatly since she laid her eggs, has almost lost her corporation. At the least alarm, she saUies forth, waves a threatening limb at the passing stranger and invites him, with a gesture, to keep his dis- tance. Having put the intruder to flight, she quickly returns indoors. And what does she do in there, under her arch of withered flowers and silk? Night and day, she shields the precious eggs with her poor body spread out flat. Eating is io6 The Narbonne Lycosa neglected. No more Ijnng in wait, no more Bees drained to the last drop of blood. Motionless, rapt in meditation, the Spider is in an incubating posture, in other words, she is sitting on her eggs. Strictly speaking, the word 'incubating' means that and nothing else. The brooding Hen is no more assiduous, but she is also a heating-apparatus and, with the gentle warmth of her body, awakens the germs to life. For the Spider, the heat of the sun suffices; and this alone keeps me from sa5"ing that she 'broods.' For two or three weeks, more and more wrinkled by abstinence, the little Spider never relaxes her position. Then comes the hatch- ing. The youngsters stretch a few threads in swing-like curves from twig to twig. The tiny rope-dancers practise for some days in the sun; then they disperse, each intent upon his own afEairs. Let us now look at the watch-tower of the nest. The mother is stiU there, but this time lifeless. The devoted creature has known the delight of seeing her family bom ; she has assisted the weaklings through the trap-door; and, when her duty was done, very gently she 107 The Life of the Spider died. The Hen does not reach this height of self-abnegation. Other Spiders do better still, as, for in- stance, the Xarbonne Lycosa, or Black- bellied Tarantula {Lycosa narbonnensis, Walck. ) , whose prowess has been described in an earlier chapter. The reader will re- member her burrow, her pit of a bottle-neck's width, dug in the pebbly soil beloved by the lavender and the thyme. The mouth is rimmed by a bastion of gravel and bits of wood cemented with silk. There is nothing else around her dwelling: no web, no snares of any kind. From her inch-high turret, the Lycosa lies in wait for the passing Locust. She gives a bound, pursues the prey and suddenly de- prives it of motion with a bite in the neck. The game is consumed on the spot, or else in the lair; the insect's tough hide arouses no disgust. The sturdy huntress is not a drinker of blood, like the Epeira; she needs solid food, food that crackles between the jaws. She is like a Dog devouring his bone. Would you care to bring her to the light of day from the depths of her well? Insert a thin straw into the burrow and move it io8 The Narbonne Lycosa about. Uneasy as to what is happening above, th^Teduse hastens to climb up and stops, in a threatening attitude, at some dis- tance from the orifice. You see her eight eyes gleaming like diamonds in the dark ; you see her powerful poison-fangs yawning, ready to bite. He who is not accustomed to the sight of this horror, rising from under the ground, cannot suppress a shiver. B-r-r-r-r! Let us leave the beast alone. Chance, a poor stand-by, sometimes con- trives very well. At the beginning of the month of August, the children call me to the far side of the enclosure, rejoicing in a find which they have made under the rosemary bushes. It is a magnificent Lycosa, with an enormous belly, the sign of an impending delivery. The obese Spider is gravely devouring something in the midst of a circle of on- lookers. And what? The remains of a Lycosa a little smaller than herself, the re- mains of her male. It is the end of the tragedy that concludes the nuptials. The sweetheart is eating her lover. I allow the matrimonial rites to be fuMUed in all their horror; and, when the last morsel of the un- 109 The Life of the Spider happy wretch has been scrunched up, I in- carcerate the terrible matron under a cage standing in an earthen pan filled with sand. Early one morning, ten days later, I find her preparing for her confinement. A silk network is first spun on the ground, covering an extent about equal to the palm of one's handy. It is coarse and shapeless, but firmly fixed. This is the floor on which the Spider means to operate. On this foundation, which acts as a pro- tection from the sand, the Lycosa fashions a round mat, the size of a two-franc piece and made of superb white silk. With a gentle, uniform movement, which might be regulated by the wheels of a delicate piece of clock- work, the tip of the abdomen rises and falls, each time touching the supporting base a little farther away, until the extreme scope of the mechanism is attained. Then, without the Spider's moving her position, the oscillation is resumed in the op- posite direction. By means of this alternate motion, interspersed with numerous contacts, a segment of the sheet is obtained, of a very accurate texture. When this is done, the Spider moves a little along a circular line and The Narbonne Lycosa the loom works in the same mamier on another segment. The silk disk, a sort of hardly concave paten, now no longer receives aught from the spinnerets in its centre; the marginal belt alone increases in thickness. The piece thus becomes a bowl-shaped porringer, surrounded by a wide, flat edge. The time for the laying has come. With one quick emission, the viscous, pale-yellow eggs are laid in the basin, where they heap to- gether in the shape of a globe which projects largely outside the cavity. The spinnerets are once more set going. With short move- ments, as the tip of the abdomen rises and falls to weave the round mat, they cover up the exposed hemisphere. The result is a pill set in the middle of a circular carpet The legs, hitherto idle, are now working. They take up and break off one by one the threads that keep the round mat stretched on the coarse supporting network. At the same time, the fangs grip this sheet, hft it by de- gree tear it from its base and fold it over up>on the globe of eggs. It is a laborious operation. The whole edifice totters, the floor collapses, fouled with sand. By a movement III The Life of the Spider of the legs, those soiled shreds are cast aside. Briefly, by means of violent tugs of the fangs, which pull, and broom-like efforts of the legs, which clear away, the Lycosa extri- cates the bag of eggs and removes it as a clear-cut mass free from any adhesion. It is a white-silk pill, soft to the touch and glutinous. Its size is that of an average cherry. An observant eye will notice, run- ning horizontally around the middle, a fold which a needle is able to raise without break- ing it. This hem, generally undistinguish- able from the rest of the surface, is none other than the edge of the circular mat, drawn over the lower hemisphere. The other hemisphere, through which the youngsters will go out, is less well fortified : its only wrap- per is the texture spun over the eggs imme- diately after they were laid. Inside, there is nothing but the eggs: no mattress, no soft eiderdown, like that of the Epeirae. The Lycosa, indeed, has no need to guard her eggs against the inclemencies of the winter, for the hatching will take place long before the cold weather comes. Similarly, the Thomisus, with her early brood, takes good care not to incur useless expenditure : The Narbonne Lycosa she gives her eggs, for their protection, a simple purse of satin. The work of spinning, followed by that of tearing, is continued for a whole morning, from five to nine o'clock. Worn out with fatigue, the mother embraces her dear pill and remains motionless. I shall see no more to-day. Next morning, I find the Spider car- rying the bag of eggs slung from her stem. Henceforth, until the hatching, she does not leave go of the precious burden, which, fastened to the spinnerets by a short ligament, drags and bumps along the ground. With this load banging against her heels, she goes about her business; she walks or rests, she seeks her prey, attacks it and devours it. Should some accident cause the wallet to drop off, it is soon replaced. The spinnerets touch it somewhere, anywhere, and that is enough: adhesion is at once restored. The Lycosa is a stay-at-home. She never goes out except to snap up some game passing within her hunting-domains, near the burrow. At the end of August, however, it is not un- usual to meet her roaming about, dragging her wallet behind her. Her hesitations make one think that she is looking for her home, which "3 The Life of the Spider she has left for the moment and has a dif- ficult}' in finding. Why these rambles? There are two rea- sons : first the pairing and then the making of the pill. There is a lack of space in the burrow, which provides only room enough for the Spider engaged in long contempla- tion. Now the preparations for the egg-bag require an extensive flooring, a supporting frame- work about the size of one's hand, as my caged prisoner has shown us. The Lycosa has not so much space at her disposal, in her well; hence the necessity' for coming out and working at her wallet in the open air, doubt- less in the quiet hours of the night. The meeting with the male seems likewise to demand an excursion. Running the risk of being eaten alive, will he venture to plimge into his lady's cave, into a lair whence flight would be impossible? It is ren." doubtfuL Prudence demands that matters should take place outside. Here at least there is some chance of beating a hast}- retreat which will enable the rash swain to escape the attacks of his horrible bride. The interview in the open air lessens the danger without removing it entirely. We 114 The Narbonne Lycosa had proof of this when we caught the Lycosa in the act of devouring her lover above ground, in a part of the enclosure which had been broken for planting and which was therefore not suitable for the Spider's es- tablishment. The burrow must have been some way off; and the meeting of the pair took place at the very spot of the tragic catas- trophe. Although he had a clear road, the male was not quick enough in getting away and was duly eaten. After this cannibal orgy, does the Lycosa go back home? Perhaps not, for a while. Besides, she would have to go out a second time, to manufacture her pill on a level space of sufficient extent. \"\Tien the work is done, some of them emancipate themselves, think they will have a look at the country before retiring for good and all. It is these whom we sometimes meet wandering aimlessly and dragging tlieir bag behind them. Sooner or later, however, the ^-agrants return home; and the month of August is not over before a straw rustled in any burrow will bring the mother up, with her wallet slung behind her. I am able to procure as many as I want and, with them, "5 The Life of the Spider to indulge in certain experiments of the high- est interest. It is a sight worth seeing, that of the Ly- cosa dragging her treasure after her, never leaving it, day or night, sleeping or waking, and defending it with a courage that strikes the beholder with awe. If I try to take the bag from her, she presses it to her breast in despair, hangs on to my pincers, bites them with her poison-fangs. I can hear the dag- gers grating on the steel. No, she would not allow herself to be robbed of the waUet with impunity, if my fingers were not supplied with an implement. By dint of pulling and shaking the pill with the forceps, I take it from the Lycosa, who protests furiously. I fling her in ex- change a pill taken from another Lycosa. It is at once seized in the fangs, embraced by the legs and hung on to the spinneret. Her own or another's it is all one to the Spider, who walks away proudly with the ahen wal- let. This was to be expected, in view of the similarity of the pills exchanged. A test of another kind, with a second sub- ject, renders the mistake more striking. I substitute, in the place of the lawful bag, ii6 The Narbonne Lycosa which I have removed, the work of the Silky Epeira. The colour and softness of the ma- terial are the same in both cases; but the shape is quite different. The stolen object is a globe; the object presented in exchange is an elliptical conoid studded with angular pro- jections along the edge of the base. The Spider takes no account of this dissimilarity. She promptly glues the queer bag to her spin- nerets and is as pleased as though she were in possession of her real pill. My experimental villainies have no other consequences beyond an ephemeral carting. When hatching-time arrives, early in the case of the Lycosa, late in that of the Epeira, the gulled Spider aban- dons the strange bag and pays it no further attention. Let us penetrate yet deeper into the wallet- bearer's stupidity. After depriving the Ly- cosa of her eggs, I throw her a ball of cork, roughly polished with a file and of the same size as the stolen pill. She accepts the corky substance, so different from the silk purse, without the least demur. One would have thought that she would recognize her mistake with those eight eyes of hers, which gleam like ptecious stones. The silly creature pays "7 The Life of the Spider no attention. Lovingly she embraces the cork ball, fondles it with her palpi, fastens it to her spinnerets and thenceforth drags it after her as though she were dragging her own bag. Let us give another the choice between the imitation and the real. The rightful piU and the cork ball are placed together on the floor of the jar. WiU the Spider be able to know the one that belongs to her? The fool is in- capable of doing so. She makes a wild rush and seizes haphazard at one time her prop- erty, at another my sham product. What- ever is first touched becomes a good capture and is forthwith hung up. If I increase the number of cork balls, if I put in four or five of them, with the real piU among them, it is seldom that the Lycosa recovers her own property-. Attempts at en- quir}-, attempts at selection there are none. \Yhatever she snaps up at random she sticks to, be it good or bad. As there are more of the sham piUs of cork, these are the most often seized by the Spider. This obtuseness bafiles me. Can the animal be deceived by the soft contact of the cork? I replace the cork balls by pellets of cotton or ii8 The Narbonne Lycosa paper, kept in their round shape with a few bands of thread. Both are very readily ac- cepted instead of the real bag that has been removed. Can the illusion be due to the colouring, which is light in the cork and not unlike the tint of the silk globe when soiled with a little earth, while it is white in the paper and the cotton, when it is identical with that of the original pill? I give the Lycosa, in ex- change for her work, a pellet of silk thread, chosen of a fine red, the brightest of all colours. The uncommon piU is as readily accepted and as jealously guarded as the others. We will leave the wallet-bearer alone; we know all that we want to know about her poverty- of intellect. Let us wait for the hatching, which takes place in the first fort- night in September. As they come out of the pill, the youngsters, to the number of about a couple of a hundred, clamber on the Spider's back and there sit motionless, jammed close together, forming a sort of bark of mingled legs and paunches. The mother is unrecognizable under this live man- tilla. WTien the hatching is over, the wallet 119 The Life of the Spider is loosened from the spinnerets and cast aside as a worthless rag. The little ones are very good: none stirs, none tries to get more room for himself at his neighbour's ejqjense. What are they doing there, so quietly? They allow them- selves to be carted about, like the young of the Opossum. Whether she sit in long medi- tation at the bottom of her den, or come to the orifice, in mild weather, to bask in the sun, the Lycosa never throws ofi her great-coat of swarming youngsters until the fine season comes. If, in the middle of winter, in January, or February, I happen, out in the fields, to ransack the Spider's dwelling, after the rain, snow and frost have battered it and, as a rule, dismantled the bastion at the entrance, I al- ways find her at home, still full of vigour, still carrying her family. This vehicular upbringing lasts five or six months at least, without interruption. The celebrated Ameri- can carrier, the Opossum, who emancipates her offspring after a few weeks' carting, cuts a poor figure beside the Lycosa. What do the little ones eat, on the ma- ternal spine? Nothing, so far as I know. I The Narbonne Lycosa do not see them grow larger. I find them, at the tardy period of their emancipa- tion, just as they were when they left the bag. During the bad season, the mother herself is extremely abstemious. At long intervals, she accepts, in my jars, a belated Locust, whom I have captured, for her benefit, in the sunnier nooks. In order to keep herself in condition, as when she is dug up in the course of my winter excavations, she must therefore sometimes break her fast and come out in search of prey, without, of course, discarding her live mantilla. The expedition has its dangers. The youngsters may be brushed oflF by a blade of grass. What becomes of them when they have a fall? Does the mother give them a thought? Does she come to their assistance and help them to regain their place on her back? Not at all. The affection of a Spider's heart, divided among some hun- dreds, can spare but a very feeble portion to each. The Lycosa hardly troubles, whether one youngster fall from his place, or six, or all of them. She waits impassively for the victims of the mishap to get out of their own Z2I The Life of the Spider difficulty, which they do, for that matter, and very nimbly. I sweep the whole family from the back of one of my boarders with a hair-pencil. Not a sign of emotion, not an attempt at search on the part of the denuded one. After trotting about a little on the sand, the dis- lodged youngsters find, these here, those there, one or other of the mother's legs, spread wide in a circle. By means of these climbing-poles, they swarm to the top and soon the dorsal group resumes its original form. Not one of the lot is missing. The Lycosa's sons know their trade as acrobats to perfection: the mother need not trouble her head about their faU. With a sweep of the pencil, I make the family of one Spider fall around another laden with her own family. The dislodged ones nimbly scramble up the legs and climb on the back of their new mother, who kindly allows them to behave as though they be- longed to her. There is no room on the abdomen, the regulation resting-place, which is already occupied by the real sons. The in- vaders thereupon encamp on the front part, beset the thorax and change the carrier into The Narbonne Lycosa a horrible pin-cushion that no longer bears the least resemblance to a Spider fonn. Meanwhile, the sufferer raises no sort of pro- test against this access of family. She placidly accepts them all and walks diem all about. The youngsters, on their side, are unable to distinguish between what is permitted and forbidden. Remarkable acrobats that they are, they climb on the first Spider that comes along, even when of a different species, pro- vided that she be of a fair size. I place them in the presence of a big Epeira marked with a white cross on a pale-orange ground {Epeira pallida, Oliv.). The little ones, as soon as they are dislodged from the back of the Ly- cosa their mother, clamber up the stranger without hesitation. Intolerant of these familiarities, the Spider shakes the leg encroached upon and flings the intruders to a distance. The as- sault is doggedly resumed, to such good purpose that a dozen succeed in hoisting them- selves to the top. The Epeira, who is not accustomed to die tickling of such a load, turns over on her back and roUs on the ground in the manner of a donkey when his 133 The Life of the Spider hide is itching. Some are lamed, some are even crushed. This does not deter the others, who repeat the escalade as soon as the Epeira is on her legs again. Then come more somer- saults, more rollings on the back, until the giddy swarm are all discomfited and leave the Spider in peace. CHAPTER IV THE NARBONNE LYCOSA: THE BURROW IV^" ICHELETP has told us how, as a •*■•*- printer's apprentice in a cellar, he es- tablished amicable relations with a Spider. At a certain hour of the day, a ray of sun- li^t would glint through the window of the gloomy workshop and light up the little com- positor's case. Then his eight-legged neigh- bour would come down from her web and take her share of the sunshine on the edge of the case. The boy did not interfere with her; he welcomed the trusting visitor as a friend and as a pleasant diversion from die long monotony. When we lack the society of our fellow-men, we take refuge in that of animals, without always losing by the change. I do not, thank God, sufEer from the melancholy of a cellar: my rolitude is gay with li^t and verdure; I attend, whenever 'Jtiles Michelet (1758-1874), author of L'Oisean and L'lnsecU, in addition to the historical worfcs for which he is ^dbr known. As a lad. he hdped his father, a printn^ ty trade; in setting type. — Traiulatoi's NoU The Life of the Spider I please, the fields' high festival, the Thrushes' concert, the Crickets' symphony; and yet my friendly commerce with the Spider is marked by an even greater devotion than the young type-setter's. I admit her to the intimacy of my study, I make room for her among my books, I set her in the sun on my window-ledge, I visit her assiduously at her home, in the country. The object of our relations is not to create a means of escape from the petty worries of Ufe, pin-pricks whereof I have my share like other men, a ven' large share, indeed; I propose to sub- mit to the Spider a host of questions whereto, at times, she condescends to reply. To what fair problems does not the habit of frequenting her give rise 1 To set them forth worthily, the mar\'ellous art which the little printer was to acquire were not too much. One needs the pen of a Michelet; and I have but a rough, blunt pencil. Let us try, nevertheless : even when poorly clad, truth is stiU beautiful. I will therefore once more take up the story of the Spider's instinct, a story of which the preceding chapters have given but a very rough idea. Since I wrote those earlier es- 126 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow says, my field of observation has been gready extended. My notes have been enriched by new and most remarkable facts. It is right that I should employ them for the purpose of a more detailed biography. The exigencies of order and clearness ex- pose me, it is true, to occasional repetitions. This is inevitable when one has to marshal in an harmonious whole a thousand items culled from day to day, often unexpectedly, and bearing no relation one to the other. The observer is not master of his time; oppor- tunity leads him and by unsuspected ways. A certain question suggested by an earlier fact finds no reply until many years after. Its scope, moreover, is amplified and completed with views collected on the road. In a work, therefore, of this fragmentary character, rep- etitions, necessary for the due co-ordination of ideas, are inevitable. I shall be as sparing of them as I can. Let us once more introduce our old friends the Epeira and the Lycosa, who are the most important Spiders in my district. The Nar- bonne Lycosa, or Black-beUied Tarantula, chooses her domicile in the waste, pebbly lands beloved of the" thyme. Her dwdling. The Life of the Spider a fortress rather than a villa, is a burrow about nine inches deep and as wide as the neck of a claret-bottle. The direction is per- pendicular, in so far as obstacles, frequent in a soil of this kind, permit. A bit of gravel can be extracted and hoisted outside; but a flint is an immovable boulder which the Spider avoids by giving a bend to her gallery. If more such are met with, the residence be- comes a winding cave, with stone vaults, with lobbies communTcating by ineaiiF~of sharp passages. This lack of plan has no attendant draw- backs, so well does the owner, from long habit, know every comer and storey of her mansion. If any interesting buzz occur overhead, the Lycosa chmbs up from her ruggedjnanor with the same speed as from a vertical shaft. Perhaps she even finds the windings and turnings an advantage, when she has to drag into her^n a prey that hap- jpens to defend itself. As a rule, the end of the burrow widens into a sjde-chamber, a lounge or restmg-place where the Spider meditates at lengtE~ahd is content to lead a life of quiet when her belly is full. 128 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow A silk coating, but a scanty one, for the Lycosa has not the wealth of silk possessed by the Weaving Spiders, lines the walls of the tube and keeps the loose earth from fall- ing. This plaster, which cements the inco- hesive and smooths the rugged parts, is re- served more particularly for the top of the gallery, near the mouth. Here, in the day- time, if things be peaceful all around, the Lycosa stations herself, either to enjoy the warmth of the sun, her great delight, or to lie in wait for game. The threads of the silk lining afford a firm hold to the claws on every side, whether the object be to sit motionless for hours, revelling in the light and heat, or to pounce upon the passing prey. Around the orifice of the burrow rises, to a greater or lesser hei^t, a circular parapet, formed of tiny pebbles, twigs and straps bor- rowed from the dry leaves of the neighbour- ing grasses, all more or less derteroudy_tied tosher and ce mented with silk. This work ofT rustic architecture) is never missing, even though it be no more than a mere pad. When she reaches maturity and is once settled, the Lycosa becomes eminently do- mesticated. I have been living in close com- 139 The Life of the Spider munion with her for the last three years. I have installed her in large earthen pans on the wlndow-siUs of my study and I have her daily under my eyes. Well, it is very rarely that I happen on her outside, a few inches from her hole, back to which she bolts at the least alarm. We may take it, then, that, when not in captivity, the Lycosa does not go far afield to gather the wherewithal to build her para- pet and that she makes shift with what she finds upon her threshold. In these conditions, the building-stones are soon ex- hausted and the masonrv- ceases for lack of materials. The wish came over me to see what di- mensions the circular edifice would assume, if the Spider were given an unlimited supply. With captives to whom I myself act as pur- veyor the thing is easy enough. Were it only with a view to helping whoso may one day care to continue these relations with the big Spider of the waste-lands, let me describe how my subjects are housed. A good-sized earthenware pan, some nine inches deep, is fiUed with a red, clayey earth, rich in pebbles, similar, in short, to that of 130 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow the places haunted by the Lycosa. Properly moistened into a paste, the artificial soil is heaped, layer by layer, around a central reed, of a bore equal to that of the animal's natural burrow. When the receptacle is fiUed to the top, I withdraw the reed, which leaves a 3^wning, perpendicular shaft. I thus obtain the abode which shall replace that of the fields. To find the hermit to inhabit it is merely the matter of a walk in the neighbourhood. When removed from her own dwelling, which is turned topsy-turvy by my trowel, and placed in possession of the den produced by my art, the Lycosa at once disappears into that den. She does not come out again, seeks nothing better elsewhere. A large wire- gauze cover r^ts on the soil in the pan and prevents escape. In any case, the watch, in this respect, makes no demands upon my diligence. The priso- ner is satisfied with her new abode and mani- fests no regret for her natural burrow. There is no attempt at flight on her part. Let me not omit to add that each pan must receive not more than one inhabitant. The Lycosa is ven,- intolerant. To her, a neigh- 131 The Life of the Spider hour is fair game, to be eaten without scruple when one has might on one's side. Time was when, unaware of this fierce intolerance, which is more savage stiU at breeding-time, I saw hideous orgies perpetrated in my over- stocked cages. I shall have occasion to de- scribe those tragedies later. Let us meanwhile consider the isolated Ly- cosEE. They do not touch up the dwelling which I have moulded for them with a bit of reed; at most, now and again, perhaps with the object of forming a lounge or bedroom at the bottom, they fling out a few loads of rub- bish. But aU, little by little, build the kerb that is to edge the mouth. I have given them plenty of first-rate ma- terials, far superior to those which they use when left to their own resources. These con- sist, first, for the foundations, of little smooth stones, some of which are as large as an almond. With this road-metal are mingled short strips of raphia, or palm-fibre, flexible ribbons, easily bent. These stand for the Spider's usual basket-work, consisting of slen- der stalks and dry blades of grass. Lastly, by way of an unprecedented treasure, never yet employed by a Lycosa, I place at my cap- 132 The Narbonne Lycosa; The Burrow tives' disposal some thick threads of wool, cut into inch lengths. As I wish, at the same time, to find out whether my animals, with the magnificent lenses of their eyes, are able to distinguish colours and prefer one colour to another, I mix up bits of wool of difEerent hues: there are red, green, white and yellow pieces. If the Spider have any preference she can choose where she pleases. The Lycosa always works at night, a re- grettable circumstance, which does not allow me to follow the worker's methods. I see the result; and that is all. Were I to visit the building-3^rd by the light of a lantern, I should be no wiser. The animal, which is very shy, would at once dive into its lair ; and I should have lost my sleep for nothing. Furthermore, she is not a ven,' diligent labourer; she likes to take her time. Two or three bits of wool or raphia placed in posi- tion represent a whole night's work. And to this slowness we must add long spells of utter idleness. Two months pass; and the result of my liberality surpasses my expectations. Possess- ing more windfalls than they know what to 133 The Life of the Spider do widi, all picked up in their immediate neighbourhood, my Lycosze have built them- selves donjon-keeps the like of which their race has not yet known. Around the orifice, on a slighdy sloping bank, small, flat, smooth stones have been laid to form a broken, flagged pavement. The larger stones, which are Cyclopean blocks compared with the size of the animal that has shifted them, are em- ployed as abundantly as the others. On this rockwork stands the donjon. It is an interlacing of raphia and bits of wool, picked up at random, without distinction of shade. Red and white, green and yellow are mixed without any attempt at order. The Lycosa is indifferent to the joys of colour. The ultimate result is a sort of muff, a couple of inches high. Bands of silk, sup- plied by the spinnerets, unite the pieces, so that the whole resembles a coarse fabric Without being absolutely fauMess, for there are always awkward pieces on the outside, which the worker could not handle, the gaudy building is not devoid of merit. The bird lining its nest would do no better. Whoso sees the curious, many-coloured productions in my pans takes them for an outcome of my 1-34 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow indastry. amtrived with a view to some ex- perimental mischief: and his surprise is great when I confess who the real author is. No one would ever believe the Spider capable of constructing sudi a monument. It goes without saying that, in a state of liberty, on our barren waste-lands, the Ly- cosa does not indulge in such sumptuous architecture. I have given the reason : she is too great a stay-at-home to go in search of materials and ^e makes use of the limited resources which she finds around her. Bits of earth, small (hips of stone, a few twigs, a few withered grasses; that is all, or nearly all. Wherefore the work is gaierally quite modest and reduced to a parapet that hardly attracts attenticMU My captives teach us that, when materials are plentiful, espedally textile materials that remove all fears of landslip, the Lycosa de- lights in tall mrrets. She understands the art of dcmjon-bnilding and puts it into practice as often as she possesses the means. This art is akin to another, from which it is apparently derived. If the sun be fierce or if rain threaten, the Lycosa closes the en- trance to her dwelling with a silken trellis- io5 The Life of the Spider work, wherein she embeds different matters, often the remnants of victims which she has devoured. The ancient Gael nailed the heads of his vanquished enemies to the door of his hut. In the same way, the fierce Spider sticks the skulls of her prey into the lid of her cave. These lumps look van,- well on the ogre's roof; but we must be careful not to mistake them for warlike trophies. The ani- mal knows nothing of our barbarous bravado. Everything at the threshold of the burrow is used indiscriminately: fragments of Locust, vegetable remains and especially particles of earth. A Dragon-fly's head baked by the sun is as good as a bit of gravel and no better. And so, with silk and aU sorts of tiny materials, the Lycosa builds a lidded cap to the entrance of her home. I am not well ac- quainted with the reasons that prompt her to barricade herself indoors, particularly as the seclusion is only temporary and varies greatlv in duration. I obtain precise details from a tribe of Lycosae wherewith the enclosure, as will be seen later, happens to be thronged in consequence of my investigations into the dis- persal of the family. At the time of the tropical August heat, I 136 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow see my Lycosae, now this batch, now that, building, at the entrance to the burrow, a con- vex ceihng, which is difficult to distinguish from the surrounding soil. Can it be to pro- tect themselves from the too-vivid light? This is doubtful; for, a few days later, though the power of the sim remain the same, the roof is broken open and the Spider re- appears at her door, where she revels in the torrid heat of the dog-daj's. Later, when October comes, if it be rainy weather, she retires once more under a roof, as though she were guarding herself against the damp. Let us not be too positive of any- thing, however: often, when it is raining hard, the Spider bursts her ceiling and leaves her house open to the skies. Perhaps the lid is only put on for serious domestic events, notably for the laying. I do, in fact, perceive young Lycosae who shut themselves in before they have attained the dignity of motherhood and who reappear, some time later, with the bag containing the eggs hung to their stem. The Inference that they close the door with the object of securing greater quiet while spinning the maternal cocoon would not be in keeping 137 The Life of the Spider with the unconcern displayed by the majority. I find some who lay their eggs in an open burrow; I come upon some who weave their cocoon and cram it with eggs in the open air, before they even own a residence. In short, I do not succeed in fathoming the reasons that cause the burrow to be closed, no matter what the weather, hot or cold, wet or dry. The fact remains that the lid is broken and repaired repeatedly, sometimes on the same day. In spite of the earthy casing, the silk woof gives it the requisite pliancy to cleave when pushed by the anchorite and to rip open without falling into ruins. Swept back to the circumference of the mouth and increased by the wreckage of further ceilings, it becomes a parapet, which the Lycosa raises by degrees in her long moments of leisure. The bastion which surmounts the burrow, therefore, takes its origin from the temporary hd. The tur- ret derives from the split ceiling. What is the purpose of this turret? My pans will tell us that. An enthusiastic votary of the chase, so long as she is not permanently fixed, the Lycosa, once she has set up house, prefers to lie in ambush and wait for the quarry. Every day, when the heat is great- 138 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow est, I see my captives come up slowly from underground and lean upon the battlements of their woolly castle-keep. They are then really magnificent in their stately gravity. With their swelling belly contained within the aperture, their head outside, their glassy eyes staring, their legs gathered for a spring, for hours and hours they wait, motionless, bath- ing voluptuously in the sun. Should a tit-bit to her liking happen to pass, forthwith the watcher darts from her tall tower, swift as an arrow from the bow. With a dagger-thrust in the neck, she stabs the jugular of the Locust, Dragon-fly or other prey whereof I am the purveyor; and she as quickly scales the donjon and retires with her capture. The performance is a wonderful exhibition of skill and speed. Very seldom is a quarn,' missed, provided that it pass at a convenient distance, within the range of the huntress' bound. But, if the prey be at some distance, for instance on the wire of the cage, the Lycosa takes no notice of it. Scorning to go in pursuit, she allows it to roam at will. She never strikes except when sure of her stroke. She achieves this by means of her tower. Hiding behind 139 The Life of the Spider the wall, she sees the stranger advancing, keeps her eyes on him and suddenly pounces when he comes within reach. These abrupt tactics make the thing a certainty. Though he were winged and swift of flight, the un- war}' one who approaches the ambush is lost. This presumes, it is true, an exemplary patience on the Lycosa's part; for the burrow has naught that can serve to entice victims. At best, the ledge provided by the turret may, at rare inter\'als, tempt some weary wayfarer to use it as a resting-place. But, if the quarry do not come to-day, it is sure to come to-morrow, the next day, or later, for the Locusts hop innumerable in the waste- land, nor are they always able to regulate their leaps. Some day or other, chance is bound to bring one of them within the pur- lieus of the burrow. This is the moment to spring upon the pilgrim from the ramparts. Until then, we maintain a stoical vigilance. We shall dine when we can ; but we shall end by dining. The Lycosa, therefore, well aware of these lingering eventualities, waits and is not unduly distressed by a prolonged abstinence. She has an accommodating stomach, which 140 The Narbonne Lycosa; The Burrow is satisfied to be gorged to-day and to remain empty afterwards for goodness knows how long. I have sometimes neglected my cater- ing-duties for weeks at a time; and my boarders have been none the worse for it. After a more or less protracted fast, they do not pine away, but are smitten with a wolf- like hunger. All these ravenous eaters are alike: they guzzle to excess to-day, in antici- pation of to-morrow's dearth. In her youth, before she has a burrow, the Lycosa earns her living in another manner, clad in grey like her elders, but without the black-velvet apron which she receives on at- taining the marriageable age, she roams among the scrubby grass. This is true himt- ing. Should a suitable quarry heave in sight, the Spider pursues it, drives it from its shel- ters, follows it hot-foot. The fugitive gains the heights, makes as though to fly away. He has not the time. With an upward leap, the Lycosa grabs him before he can rise. I am charmed with the agilit>' wherewith my yearling boarders seize the Flies which I proA"ide for them. In vain does the Fly take refuge a couple of inches up, on some blade of grass. \Yith a sudden spring into 141 The Life of the Spider the air, the Spider pounces on the prey. No Cat is quicker in catching her Mouse. But these are the feats of youth not handi- capped by obesit}'. Later, when a heavy paunch, dilated with eggs and silk, has to be trailed along, those gymnastic performances become impracticable. The Lycosa then digs herself a settled abode, a hunting-box, and sits in her watch-tower, on the look-out for game. When and how is the burrow obtained wherein the Lycosa, once a vagrant, now a stay-at-home, is to spend the remainder of her long life? We are in autumn, the weather is already turning cool. This Is how the Field Cricket sets to work: as long as the days are fine and the nights not too cold, the future chorister of spring rambles over the fallows, careless of a local habitation. At critical moments, the cover of a dead leaf provides him with a temporary' shelter. In the end, the burrow, the permanent dwell- ing, is dug as the inclement season draws nigh. The Lycosa shares the Cricket's views: like him, she finds a thousand pleasures In the vagabond life. With September comes the 142 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow nupdal badge, the blade-velvet bib. The Spiders meet at night, by the soft moon- light: they romp together, they eat the be- loved shortly after the wedding; by day, diey scour the country, they track die game on the short-pile, grassy carpet, they take their fill of the joys of the sun. That is much better than sohtary meditation at the bottom of a well. And so it is not rare to see young mothers dra^ng their bag of eggs, or even already carrying thdr family, and as yet with- out a home. In October, it is time to settle down. We then, in fact, find two sorts of burrows, whidi difFer in diameter. The larger, bottle- neck burrows belong to the old matrons, who have owned their house for two years at least. The smaller, of the width of a thick lead-pencil, contain the young mothers, bom that year. By dint of long and leisurely alterations, the novice's earths will increase in depth as well as in diameter and become roomy abodes, similar to those of the grand- mothers. In both, we find the owner and her family, the latter sometimes already hatdied and sometimes sriU enclosed in the satin wallet. 143 The Life of the Spider Seeing no digging-tools, such as the excava- tion of the dwelling seemed to me to require, I wondered whether the Lycosa might not avail herself of some chance gallery, the vrork of the Cicada or the Earth-worm. This ready- made tunnel, thought I, must shorten the labours of the Spider, who appears to be so badly off for tools: she would only have to enlarge it and put it in order. I was wrong: the burrow is excavated, from start to finish, by her unaided labour. Then where are the digging-implements? We think of the legs, of the claws. We think of them, but reflection tells us that tools such as these would not do : they are too long and too difficult to wield in a confined space. What is required is the miner's short-handled pick, wherewith to drive hard, to insert, to lever and to extract; what is required is the sharp point that enters the earth and crumbles it into fragments. There remain the Ly- cosa's fangs, delicate weapons which we at first hesitate to associate with such work, so illogical does it seem to dig a pit with surgeon's scalpels. The fangs are a pair of sharp, curved points, which, when at rest, crook like a finger 144 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow and take shelter between two strong pillars. The Cat sheathes her claws under the velvet of the paw, to preserve their edge and sharp- ness. In the same way, the Lycosa protects her poisoned daggers by folding them within the case of two powerful columns, which come plumb on the surface and contain the muscles that work them. Well, this surgical outfit, intended for stabbing the jugular artery of the prey, sud- denly becomes a pick-axe and does rough na^-v■y"s work. To witness the underground dicing is impossible; but we can, at least, with the exercise of a little patience, see the rubbish carted away. If I watch my cap- tives, without tiring, at a ven,' early hour — for the work takes place mostly at ni^t and at long inter\-als — in the end I catch them coming up with a load. Contrary to what I exf>ected, the legs take no part in the carting. It is Ae mouth that acts as the barrow. A tiny ball of earth is held between the fangs and is supported by the palpi, or feelers, Tvfaich are little arms employed in the service of the mouth-parts. The Lycosa descends cautiously from her turret, goes to some distance to get rid of her burden 145 The Life of the Spider and quickly dives down again to bring up more. We have seen enough: we know that the Lycosa's fangs, those lethal weapons, are not afraid to bite into clay and gravel. They knead the excavated rubbish into pellets, take up the mass of earth and carry it outside. The rest follows naturally ; it is the fangs that dig, delve and extract. How finely-tempered they must be, not to be blunted by this well- sinker's work and to do duty presently in the surgical operation of stabbing the neck! I have said that the repairs and extensions of the burrow are made at long intervals. From time to time, the circular parapet re- ceives additions and becomes a little higher; less frequently still, the dwelling is enlarged and deepened. As a rule, the mansion re- mains as it was for a whole season. Towards the end of winter, in March more than at any other period, the Lycosa seems to wish to give herself a little more space. This is the moment to subject her to certain tests. We know that the Field Cricket, when re- moved from his burrow and caged under conditions that would allow him to dig him- self a new home should the fit seize him, 146 The Narbonne Lycosa; The Burrow prefers to tramp from one casual shelter to another, or rather abandons every idea of creating a permanent residence. There is a short season whereat the instinct for build- ing a subterranean gallerj' is imperatively aroused. AATien this season is past, the ex- cavating artist, if accidentally deprived of his abode, becomes a wandering Bohemian, care- less of a lodging. He has forgotten his talents and he sleeps out That the bird, the nest-builder, should neg- lect its art when it has no brood to care for is perfectly logical; it builds for its family, not for itself. But what shall we say of the Cricket, who is exposed to a thousand mis- haps when away from home? The protec- tion of a roof would be of great use to him; and the giddy-pate does not give it a thought, thou^ he is very strong and more capable than ever of digging with his powerful jaws. What reason can we allege for this neglect? None, unless it be that the season of strenuous burrowing is past. The instincts have a calendar of their own. At the given hour, suddenly they awaken; as suddenly, afterwards, they fall asleep. The ingenious 147 The Life of the Spider become incompetent when the prescribed period is ended. On a subject of this kind, we can consult the Spider of the waste-lands. I catch an old Lycosa in the fields and house her, that same day, under wire, in a burrow where I have prepared a soil to her liking. If, by my con- trivances and with a bit of reed, I have previously moulded a burrow roughly repre- senting the one from which I took her, the Spider enters it forthwith and seems pleased with her new residence. The product of my art is accepted as her lawful property and undergoes hardly any alterations. In course of time, a bastion is erected around the ori- fice; the top of the gaUer}- is cemented with silk ; and that is all. In this establishment of my building, the animal's behaviour remains what it would be under natural conditions. But place the Lycosa on the surface of the ground, without first shaping a burrow. What wiU the homeless Spider do ? Dig her- self a dwelling, one would think. She has the strength to do so; she is in the prime of life. Besides, the soil is similar to that whence I ousted her and suits the operation perfectly. We therefore expect to see the 148 The Narbonne Lycosa; The Burrow Spider setded before long in a shaft of her own construction. We are disappointed. Weeks pass and not an effort is made, not one. Demoralised by the absence of an ambush, the Lycosa hardly vouchsafes a glance at the game which I serve up. The Crickets pass within her reach in A-ain; most often she scorns them. She slowly wastes away with fasting and bore- dom. At length, she dies. Take up your miner's trade again, poor fool ! Make yourself a home, since you know how to, and life will be sweet to you for many a long day yet : the weather is fine and victuals plentiful. Dig, delve, go under- ground, where safety- lies. Like an idiot, you refrain; and you perish. Why? Because the craft which yoa were wont to ply is forgotten; because the dsA'S of patient digging are past and your poor brain is un- able to work back. To do a second time what has been done already is beyond your wit- For all your meditative air. you cannot solve the problem of how to reconstruct that which is \"anished and gone. Let us now see what we can do with younger Lycosae, who are at the burrowing- The Life of the Spider stage. I dig out five or six at the end of February. They are half the size of the old ones; their burrows are equal in diameter to my little finger. Rubbish freshly spread around the pit bears witness to the recent date of the excavations. Relegated to their wire cages, these young Lycosze behave differently according as the soil placed at their disposal is or is not al- ready provided with a burrow made by me. A burrow is hardly the word: I give them but the nucleus of a shaft, about an inch deep, to lure them on. When in possession of this rudimentary lair, the Spider does not hesitate to pursue the work which I have in- terrupted in the fields. At night, she digs with a will. I can see this by the heap of rubbish flung aside. She at last obtains a house to suit her, a house surmounted by the usual turret. The others, on the contrary, those for whom the thrust of my pencil has not con- trived an entrance-haU representing, to a cer- tain extent, the natural gallen,- whence I dis- lodged them, absolutely refuse to work; and they die, not withstanding the abundance of provisions. 150 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Burrow They first pursue the season's task. They were digging when I caught them; and, car- ried away by the enthusiasm of their activity, they go on digging inside my cages. Taken in by my decoy-shaft, they deepen the imprint of the pencil as though they were deepening their real vestibule. They do not begin their labours over again; they continue them. The second, not having this inducement, this semblance of a burrow mistaken for their own woik, forsake the idea of digging and allow themselves to die, |>ecause they would have to travel back along;^e chain of actions and to resume the pick-strokes of the start. To begin all over again requires reflection, a quality wherewith they are not endowed. To the insect — and we have seen this in manv earlier cases — ^what is done is done and cannot be taken up again. The hands of a watch do not move backwards. The insect behaves in much the same way. Its activity urges it in one direction, ever forwards, with- out allowing it to retrace its steps, even when an accident makes this necessary. ^Vhat die Mason-bees and the others tau^t us erewhile die Lycosa now confirms in her manner. Incapable of taking fresh 151 The Life of the Spider pains to build herself a second dwelling, when the first is done for, she wiU go on the tramp, she wiU break into a neighbour's house, she will run the risk of being eaten should she not prove the stronger, but she wiU never think of making herself a home by starting afresh. What a strange intellect is that of the animal, a mixture of mechanical routine and subde brain-power ! Does it contain gleams that contrive, wishes that pursue a definite object? Following in the wake of so many others, the Lycosa warrants us in entertaining a doubt. 152 CHAPTER V THE XAKBOXNE LYCOSA : THE F-\MILY tVDR three weeks and more the Lycosa -■- trails the bag of eggs hanging to her spinnerets. The reader will remember the ex- periments described in the third chapter of this \-olume, particularly those with the coik ball and the thread pellet which the Spider so fool- ishly accepts in exchange for the real pill. Well, this exceedingly dull-witted mother, sat- isfied wiA aught that knocks against her heels, is about to make us wonder at her devotion. WTiether she come up from her shaft to lean upon the kerb and bask in the sun, whether she suddenly retire underground in the face of danger, or whether she be roaming the country before settling down, never does she let go her predous bag, that very cumbrous burden in walking, climbing or leaping. If, by some accident, it become detached from the fastoiing to which it is hung, she flings herself madly on her treasure and lovingly embraces it, ready to bite whoso would take it from 153 The Life of the Spider her. I myself am sometimes the thief. I then hear the points of the poison-fangs grinding against the steel of my pincers, which tug in one direction while the Lycosa tugs in the other. But let us leave the animal alone : with a quick touch of the spinnerets, the piU is re- stored to its place ; and the Spider strides off, still menacing. Towards the end of summer, all the house- holders, old or young, whether in captivity on the window-sill or at hbert}" in the paths of the enclosure, supply me daily with the following improving sight. In the morning, as soon as the sun is hot and beats upon their burrow, the anchorites come up from the bottom with their bag and station themselves at the opening. Long siestas on the threshold in the sun are the order of the day throughout the fine season; but, at the present time, the position adopted is a different one. Formerly, the Lycosa came out into the sun for her own sake. Leaning on the parapet, she had the front half of her body outside the pit and the hinder half inside. The eyes took their fill of light ; the belly re- mained in the dark. When carrying her egg- bag the Spider reverses the posture : the front is in the pit, the rear outside. With her hind- 154 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family legs she holds the white piU, bulging with germs, lifted above the entrance; gently she turns and returns it, so as to present every side to the life-giving rays. And this goes on for half the day, as long as the temperature is high; and it is repeated daily, with exquisite patience, during three or four weeks. To hatch its eggs, the bird covers them with the quilt of its breast; it strains them to the fur- nace of its heart. The Lycosa turns hers in front of the hearth of hearths : she gives them the sun as an incubator. In the early da3rs of September, the young ones, who have been some time hatched, are ready to come out. The pill rips open along the middle fold. We read of the origin of this fold in an earlier chapter.^ Does the mother, feeling the brood quicken inside the satin wrapper, herself break open the vessel at the opportune moment? It seems probable. On the other hand, there may be a spontaneous bursting, such as we shall see later in the Banded Epeira's balloon, a tough wallet which opens a breach of its own accord, long after the mother has ceased to erist. Klapter IIL of the present volnine. — Translator's NoU. 155 The Life of the Spider The whole family emerges from the bag straightway. Then and there, the youngsters climb to the mother's bacL As for the empt\- bag, now a worthless shred, it is flung out of the burrow ; the Lycosa does not give it a fur- ther thought. Huddled together, sometimes in two or three layers, according to their num- ber, the little ones cover the whole back of the mother, who, for seven or eight mionths to come, will carry her family night and day. Nowhere can we hope to see a more edifying domestic picture than that of the Lycosa clothed in her young. From time to time, I meet a little band of gipsies passing along the high-road on their way to some neighbouring fair. The new- bom babe mewls on the mother's breast, in a hammock formed out of a kerchief. The last- weaned is carried pick-a-back; a third tod- dles, clinging to its mother's skirts; others fol- low closely, the biggest in the rear, ferreting in the blackberiy-laden hedgerows. It is a magnificent spectacle of happy-go-lucky fruit- fulness. They go their way, penniless and re- joicing. The sun is hot and the earth is fertile. But how this picture pales before that of 156 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family the Lycosa, that incomparable gipsy whose brats are numbered by the hundred! And one and all of them, from September to April, without a moment's respite, find room upon the patient creature's back, where tliey are content to lead a tranquil life and to be carted about. The little ones are very good ; none moves, none seeks a quarrel with his neighbours. Clinging together, they form a continuous drapery, a shagg\- ulster under which the mother becomes unrecognizable. Is it an ani- mal, a fluff of wool, a cluster of small seeds fastened to one another? 'Tis impossible to tell at the first glance. The equilibriiun of this liAnng blanket is not so firm but that falls often occur, especially when the mother climbs from indoors and comes to the threshold to let the little ones take the sim. The least brush against the gal- lery xmseats a part of the family. The mishap is not serious. The Hen, fidgeting about her Chicis, looks for the strays, calls them, gath- ers them together. The Lycosa knows not these maternal alarms. Impassively, she leaves tfiose who drop off to manage their own dif- ficulty, which they do with wonderful quick- 157 The Life of the Spider ness. Commend me to those youngsters for getting up without whining, dusting them- selves and resuming their seat in the saddle I The unhorsed ones promptly find a leg of the mother, the usual cMmbing-pole ; they swarm up it as fast as they can and recover their places on the bearer's bacL The living bark of animals is reconstructed in the twinkling of an eye. To speak here of mother-love were, I think, extravagant. The Lycosa's affection for her offspring hardly surpasses that of the plant, which is unacquainted with any tender feeling and nevertheless bestows the nicest and most delicate care upon its seeds. The animal, in many cases, knows no other sense of motherhood. What cares the Lycosa for her brood! She accepts another's as readily as her own ; she is satisfied so long as her back is burdened with a swarming crowd, whether it issue from her ovaries or elsewhence. There is no question here of real maternal affection. I have described elsewhere the prowess of the Copris^ watching over cells that are not 'A spedes of Dur.e-teetie. Cf. The Life and Loze of the Insect, by J. Henri Fabre,_trir,slc.:ed bv .\iexander Teixeira de ilattos: chap. v. — l raKs'.citor's Xoie. IS8 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family her handiwoiic and do not contain her off- spring. With a zeal which even the addi- tional labour laid upon her does not easily weary, she removes the mildew from the ahen dung-balls, which far exceed the regular nests in number; she gently scrapes and polishes and repairs them; she listens to them attentively and enquires by ear into each nursling's prog- ress. Her real collection could not receive greater care. Her own family or another's: it is all one to her. The Lycosa is equally indifferent. I take a hair-pencil and sweep the living burden from one of my Spiders, making it fall close to another covered with her httle ones. The evicted youngsters scamper about, find the new mother's legs outspread, nimbly clamber up these and mount on the back of the oblig- ing creature, who quietly lets them have their way. They slip in among the others, or, when the laj^r is too thick, push to the front and pass from the abdomen to the thorax and even to the head, though leaving the region of the eyes uncovered. It does not do to blind the bearer: the common safet>- de- mands that. They know this and respect the lenses of the eyes, however populous the as- I3» The Life of the Spider sembly be. The whole animal is now covered widi a swarming carpet of young, all except the legs, which must preserve their freedom of action, and the under part of the body, where contact with the ground is to be feared. My pencil forces a third family upon the al- ready overburdened Spider; and this, too, is peacefully accepted. The youngsters huddle up closer, lie one on top of the other in layers and room is found for all. The Lycosa has lost the last semblance of an animal, has be- come a nameless bristling thing that walks about. FaUs are frequent and are followed by continual climbings. I perceive that I have reached the limits not of the bearer's good-will, but of equilibrium. The Spider would adopt an indefinite further number of foundlings, if the dimensions of her back afforded them a firm hold. Let us be content with this. Let us restore each family to its mother, drawing at random from the lot. There must necessarily be interchanges, but that is of no importance : real children and adopted children are the same thing in the Lycosa' s eyes. One would like to know if, apart from my artifices, in circumstances where I do not in- i6o The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family terfere, the good-natured dry-nurse sometimes burdens herself with a supplementary family; it would also be interesting to learn what comes of this association of lawful offspring and strangers. I have ample materials where- with to obtain an answer to both questions. I ha\'e housed in the same cage two elderly matrons laden with youngsters. Each has her home as far removed from the other as the size of the conunon pan permits. The distance is nine inches or more. It is not enough. Prox- imity soon kindles fierce jealousies between those intolerant creatures, who are obliged to live far apart, so as to secure adequate hunt- ing-grounds. One morning. I catch the two harridans fighting out Aeir quarrel on the floor. The loser is laid flat upon her back; the victress, belly to belly with her adversary, clutches her with her legs and prevents her from moving a limb. Both have their poison-fangs wide open, ready to bite without yet daring, so mutually formidable are they. After a certain period of waiting, during which the pair merely ex- change threats, the stronger of the two, the one on top closes her lethal engine and grinds the head of the prostrate foe. Then she i6i The Life of the Spider calmly devours die deceased by small mouth- fuls. Now what do the youngsters do, while their mother is being eaten ? Easily consoled, heed- less of the atrocious scene, they climb on the conqueror's back and quietly take their places among the lawful family. The ogress raises no objection, accepts them as her own. She makes a meal off the mother and adopts the orphans. Let us add that, for many months yet, until the final emancipation comes, she will carry them without drawing any distinction between them and her own young. Henceforth, the two families, united in so tragic a fashion, will form but one. We see how greatly out of place it would be to speak, in this connection, of mother-love and its fond manifestations. Does the Lycosa at least feed the voung- lings who, for seven months, swarm upon her back? Does she in\-ite them to the banquet when she has secured a prize? I thought so at first ; and, anxious to assist at the family re- past, I devoted special attention to watching the mothers eat. As a rule the prey is consumed out of sight, in the bur- row; but sometimes also a meal is taken 162 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family on the threshold, in the open air. Besides, it is easy to rear the Lycosa and her family in a wire-gauze cage, with a layer of earth where- in the captive will never dream of sinking a well, such work being out of season. Every- thing then happens out of doors. Well, while the mother munches, chews, ex- press^ the juices and swallows, the youngsters do not budge from their camping-ground on her back. Not one quits its place nor gives a sign of wishing to slip down and join in the meal. Nor does the mother extend an iuAntation to them to come and recruit them- selves, nor put any broken ^-ictuals aside for them. She feeds and the others look on, or rather remain indifferent to what is happen- ing. Their perfect quiet during the Lycosa's feast points to the possession of a stomach that knows no cravings. Then with what are they sustained, during their se\-en months" upbringing on the moth- er's back? One conceives a notion of exuda- tions supplied by the bearer's body, in which case the young would feed on their mother, after the manner of parasitic vermin, and gradually drain her strength. We must abandon this notion. Never are r6i3 The Life of the Spider they seen to put their mouths to the skin that should be a sort of teat to them. On the other hand, the Lycosa, far from being exhausted and shrivelling, keeps perfectly well and plump. She has the same pot-beUy when she finishes rearing her young as when she began. She has not lost weight: far from it; on the contrary, she has put on flesh : she has gained the wherewithal to beget a new family next summer, one as numerous as to-day's. Once more, with what do the little ones keep up their strength? We do not like to suggest reserves suppUed by the egg as recti- fying the beastie's expenditure of vital force, especially when we consider that those re- serves, themselves so close to nothing, must be economized in view of the silk, a material of the highest importance, of which a plenti- ful use wiU be made presently. There must be other powers at play in the tiny animal's machiner}-. Total abstinence from food could be iinder- stood if it were accompanied by inertia : im- mobility is not life. But the young Lycosae, although usually quiet on their mother's back, are at all times ready for exercise and for agile swarming. When they fall from the ma- 164 The Narbonne Lycosa: The Family temal perambulator, they briskly pi- vided! Our manufacturers are able to turn out platinum-wire that can only be seen when it is made red-hot. With much simpler means the Spiderling draws from her wire-mill threads so delicate that even the brilliant light The Spiders* Exodus of the sun does not always enable us to dis- cern them. We must not let all the climbers be stranded on the ceiling, an inhospitable region, where most of them will doubtless perish, being un- able to produce a second thread before they have had a meal. I open the window. A current of lukewarm air, coming from the chafing-dish, escapes through the top. Dan- delion-plumes, taking that direction, tell me so. The wafting threads cannot fail to be carried by this flow of air and to lengthen out in the open, where a light breeze is blowing. I take a pair of sharp scissors and, without shaking the threads, cut a few that are just \'isible at the base, where they are diickened with an added strand. The result of this operation is marvellous. Hanging to the flying-rope, which is borne on the wind outside, the Spider passes through the win- dow, suddenly flies off and disappears. An easy way of travelling, if the conveyance possessed a rudder that allowed the passenger to land where he pleases ! But the little things are at the mercy of the winds : where will they ali^t? Hundreds, thousands of yards away, The Life of the Spider perhaps. Let us wish them a prosperous journey. The problem of dissemination is now solved. What would happen if matters, in- stead of being brought about by my wiles, took place in the open fields? The answer is ob- vious. The young Spiders, bom acrobats and rope-walkers, chmb to the top of a branch so as to find sufficient space below diem to unfurl their apparatus. Here, each draws from her rope-factory a thread which she abandons to the eddies of the air. Gently raised by the currents that ascend from the ground warmed by the sun, this thread wafts upwards, floats, undulates, makes for its point of contact. At last, it breaks and vanishes in the distance, carrying the spinstress hanging to it. The Epeira with the three white crosses, the Spider who has supplied us with these first data concerning the process of dissemination, is endowed with a moderate maternal indus- try. As a receptacle for the eggs, she weaves a mere pill of silk. Her work is modest in- deed beside the Banded Epeira's balloons. I looked to these to supply me with fuller docu- ments. I had laid up a store by rearing some The Spiders' Exodus mothers during the autumn. So that nothing of importance might escape me, I divided my stodc of balloons, most of which were woven before my eyes, into two sections. One half remained in my study, under a wire-gauze cover, with small bunches of brushwood as supports ; the other half were experiencing tlie \-:cissitudes of open-air life on the rosemaries in the enclosure. These preparations, which promised so well, did not provide me with the sight which I expected, namely, a magnificent exodus, worthy of the tabernacle occupied. However, a few results not devoid of interest, are to be noted. Let us state tliem briefly. The hatching takes place as March ap- proaches. WTien this time comes, let us open the Banded Epeira's nest with the scissors. We shall find that some of the youngsters have already left the central chamber and scattered over the surrounding eiderdown, while the rest of the lajang stiU consists of a compact mass of orange eggs. The appear- ance of the younglings is not simultaneous; it takes place with intermissions, and may last a couple of weeks. Nothing as yet suggests the future, richly- The Life of the Spider striped liver}-. The abdomen is white and, as it were, floury in the front half; in the other half it is a blackish-brown. The rest of the body is pale-yellow, except in front, where the eyes form a black edging. When left alone, the little ones remain motionless in the soft, russet swan's down; if disturbed, they shuffle lazily where they are, or even walk about in a hesitating and unsteady fashion. One can see that they have to ripen before venturing out- side. Maturit}' is achieved in the exquiste floss that surrounds the natal chamber and fills out the balloon. This is the waiting-room in which the body hardens. All dive into it as and when they emerge from the central keg. They will not leave it until four months later, when the midsummer heats have come. Their number is considerable. A patient and careful census gives me nearly six hun- dred. And all this comes out of a purse no larger than a pea. By what miracle is there room for such a family ? How do those thou- sands of legs manage to grow without strain- ing themselves? The egg-bag, as we learnt in Chapter II, is a short cylinder rounded at the bottom. It is 204 The Spiders' Elxodxis formed of compact white satin, an insuperable barrier. It opens into a round orifice wherein is bedded a lid of the same material, through which the feeble beasties would be incapable of passing. It is not a porous felt, but a fab- ric as tough as that of the sack. Then by what mechanism is the deliverj^ effected ? Observe that the disk of the lid doubles back into a short fold, which edges into the orifice of the bag. In the same way, the lid of a saucepan fits the mouth by means of a pro- jecting rim, with this difference, that the rim is not attached to the saucepan, whereas, in the Epeira's work, it is soldered to the bag or nest. Well, at the time of the hatching, this disk becomes unstuck, lifts and allows the new-bom Spiders to pass through. If the rim were movable and simply in- serted, if, moreover, the birth of all the fam- ily took place at the same time, we might think that the door is forced open by the liv- ing wave of inmates, who would set their backs to it with a common effort. We should find an approximate image in the case of the saucepan, whose lid is raised by the boiling of its contents. But the fabric of the cover is one with the fabric of the bag, the two are closely 303 The Life of the Spider welded; besides, the hatching is effected in small batches, incapable of the least exertion. There must, therefore, be a sponta- neous bursting, or dehiscence, independent of the assistance of the youngsters and similar to that of the seed-pods of plants. When fully ripened, the dry fruit of the snap-dragon opens three windows ; that of the pimpernel splits into two rounded halves, something like those of the outer case of a fob- watch; the fruit of the carnation partly unseals its valves and opens at the top into a star-shaped hatch. Each seed-caske: has its own system of locks, which are made to work smoothly by the mere kiss of the sun. Well, that other dry fruit, the Banded Epeira's germ-box, likewise possesses its burst- ing-gear. As long as the eggs remain unhatched, the door, solidly fixed in its frame, holds good; as soon as the little ones swarm and want to get out, it opens of itself. Come June and July, beloved of the C.i- cadje, no less beloved of the young Spiders who are anxious to be off. It were difficult in- deed for them to work their way through the thick shell of the balloon. For the second 206 The Spiders' Exodus time, a spontaneous dehiscence seems called for. Where will it be effected ? The idea occurs off-hand that it will take place long the edges of the top cover. Re- member the details given in an earlier chap- ter. The nedc of the balloon ends in a wide crater, which is closed by a ceiling dug out cup-wise. The material is as stout in this part as in any other; but, as the lid was the finish- ing touch to the work, we expect to find an in- complete soldering, which would allow it to be unfastened. The method of construction deceives us: the ceiling is immovable ; at no season can my forceps manage to extract it, without destroy- ing the building from top to bottom. The dehiscence takes places elsewhere, at some point on the sides. Nothing informs us, nodb- ing suggests to us that it will occur at one place rather than another. Moreover, to tell the truth, it is not a de- hiscence prepared by means of some dainty piece of mechanism ; it is a ver}- irregular tear. Somewhat sharply, under the fierce heat of the sun, die satin bursts like the rind of an over- ripe pomegranate. Jud^ng by the result, we think of the expansion of the air inside, whidi, 207 The Life of the Spider heated by the sun, causes this rupture. The signs of pressure from within are manifest: the tatters of the torn fabric are turned out- wards; also, a wisp of the russet eiderdown that fills the wallet invariably straggles through the breach. In the midst of the pro- truding floss, the Spiderlings, expelled from their home by the explosion, are in frantic commotion. The balloons of the Banded Epeira are bombs which, to free their contents, burst un- der the rays of a torrid sun. To break they need the fiery heat-waves of the dog-days. When kept in the moderate atmosphere of my study, most of them do not open and the emer- gence of the young does not take place, unless I myself have a hand in the business; a few others open with a round hole, a hole so neat that it might have been made with a punch. This aperture is the work of the prisoners, who, relieving one another in turns, have, with a patient tooth, bitten through the stuff of the jar at some point or other. When exposed to the full force of the sun, however, on the rosemaries in the enclosure, the balloons burst and shoot forth a ruddy flood of floss and tiny animals. That is how 208 The Spiders' Exodus things occur in the free sun-bath of the fields. Unsheltered, among the bushes, the wallet of the Banded Epeira, when the July heat ar- rives, splits under the effort of the inner air. The delivery is effected by an explosion of the dwelling. A very small part of the family are expelled with the flow of tawny floss; the vast major- ity remain in the bag, which is ripped open, but stiU bulges with eiderdown. Now that the breach is made, any one can go out who pleases, in his own good time, without hurry- ing. Besides, a solemn action has to be per- formed before the emigration. The ani- mal must cast its skin; and the moult is an event that does not fall on the same date for alL The evacuation of the place, therefore, lasts several days. It is effected in small squads, as the slough is flung aside. Tliose who sally forth dimb up the neigh- bouring twigs and there, in the full heat of the sun, proceed with the work of dissemina- tion. The method is the same as that which we saw in the case of the Cross Spider. The spinnerets abandon to the breeze a thread that floats, breaks and flies away, carrying the rope-maker with it. The number of starters 309 The Life of the Spider on any one morning is so small as to rob the spectacle of the greater part of its interest. The scene lacks animation because of the ab- sence of a crowd. To my intense disappointment, the Silky Epeira does not either indulge in a tumultu- ous and dashing exodus. Let me remind you of her handiwork, the handsomest of the ma- ternal wallets, next to the Banded Epeira's. It is an obtuse conoid, closed with a star- shaped disk. It is made of a stouter and es- pecially a thicker material than the Banded Epeira's balloon, for which reason a sponta- neous rupture becomes more necessary than ever. This rupture is effected at the sides of the bag, not far from the edge of the lid. Like the ripping of the balloon, it requires the rough aid of the heat of July. Its mechan- ism also seems to work by the expansion of the heated air, for we again see a partial emis- sion of the silky floss that fills the pouch. The exit of the family is performed In a single group, and, this tirr.e, before the moult, perhaps for lack of the space necessary for the delicate casting of the skin. The conical bag falls far short of the balloon in size; those 210 The Spiders' Exodus pad:ed within would sprain their legs in ex- tracting them from their sheaths. The fam- ily, therefore, emerges in a body and settles on a sprig hard by. This is a temporary camping-ground, where, spinning in unison, the youngsters soon weave an open-work tent, the abode of a week, or thereabouts. The moult is effected in this lounge of intersecting threads. The sloughed skins form a heap at the bottom of the dwelling; on the trapezes above, the flaylings take exercise and gain strength and \-igour. Finally, when maturity is attained, they set out, now these, now those, little by little and always cautiously. There are no audacious flights on the thready air-ship; the journey is accomplished by modest stages. Hanging to her thread, the Spider lets her- self drop straight down, to a depth of nine or ten inches. A breath of air sets her swinging like a pendulum, sometimes drives her against a neighbouring branch. This is a step towards the dispersal. At the point reached, there is a fresh faU, followed by a fresh p>endulous swing that lands her a little farther afield. Thus, in short tadcs, for the thread is never verv long, does the Spiderling go about, see- 211 The Life of the Spider ing the country, until she comes to a place that suits her. Should the wind blow at all hard, the voyage is cut short : the cable of the pen- dulum breaks and the beastie is carried for some distance on its cord. To sum up, although, on the whole, the tactics of the exodus remain much the same, the two spinstresses of my region best-versed in the art of weaving mothers' wallets failed to come up to my expectations. I went to the trouble of rearing them, with disappointing results. Where shall I find again the wonder- ful spectacle which the Cross Spider offered me by chance? I shall find it — in an even more striking fashion — among humbler Spiders whom I had neglected to observe. 212 CHAPTER VIII THE CRAB SPIDER ' I ^HE Spider that showed me the exodus A in all its magnificence is known officially as Thomisus onustus, Walck. Though the name suggest nothing to the reader's mind, it has the ad\"antage, at any rate, of hurting neither the throat nor the ear, as is too often the case with scientific nomenclature, which sounds more like sneezing than articulate speech. Since it is the rule to dignif>- plants and animals with a Latin label, let us at least respect the euphony of the classics and refrain from harsh splutters which spit out a name instead of pronouncing it. What will posterity do in face of the ris- ing tide of a barbarous vocabulary which, imder the pretence of progress, stifles real knowledge? It will relegate the whole busi- ness to the quagmire of oblivion. But what will never disappear is the popidar name, which sounds well, is picturesque and convei^ some sort of information. Such is the term 213 The Life of the Spider Crab Spider, applied by the ancients to the group to which the Thomisus belongs, a pretty accurate term, for, in this case, there is an evident analogy between the Spider and the Crustacean. Like the Crab, the Thomisus walks side- ways ; she also has fore-legs stronger than her hind-legs. The only thing wanting to com- plete the resemblance is the front pair of stone gauntlets, raised in the attitude of self- defence. The Spider with the Crab-like figure does not know how to manufacture nets for catch- ing game. Without springs or snares, she lies in ambush, among the flowers, and awaits the arrival of the quarr}-, which she kills by administering a scientific stab in the neck. The Thomisus, in particular, the subject of this chapter, is passionately addicted to the pursuit of the Domestic Bee. I have de- scribed the contests between the victim and her executioner, at greater length, else- where. The Bee appears, seeking no quarrel, intent upon plunder. She tests the flowers with her tongue; she selects a spot that will \-ield a good return. Soon she is wrapped up in her 214 The Crab Spider harvesting. While she is filling her baskets and distending her crop, the Thomisus, that bandit lurking under cover of the flowers, issues from her hiding-place, creeps round be- hind the bustling insect, steals up close and, with a sudden rush, nabs her in the nape of the neck. In vain, the Bee protests and darts her sting at random; the assailant does not let go. Besides, the bite in the neck is parahzing, because the cervical nerve-centres are affected. The poor thing's legs stiff en;, and all is over in a second. The murderess now sucks the \-ictim's blood at her ease and, when she has done, scornfully flings the drained corpse aside. She hides herself once more, ready to bleed a second gleaner should the occasion offer. TTiis slaughter of the Bee engaged in the hallowed delights of labour has always re- volted me. Why should there be workers to feed idlers, why sweated to keep sweaters in luxury? Why should so many admirable lives be sacrificed to the greater prosperity of brigandage ? These hateful discords amid the general harmony perplex the thinker, aU the more as we shall see the cruel vampire become 215 The Life of the Spider a model of devotion where her family is con- cerned. The ogre loved his children; he ate the children of others. Under the tyranny of the stomach, we are aU of us, beasts and men alike, ogres. The dignity of labour, the joy of life, maternal affection, the terrors of death: all these do not count, in others; the main point is that the morsel be tender and savoury. According to the etymology of her name — dupuy^, a cord — the Thomisus should be like the ancient lictor, who bound the sufferer to the stake. The comparison is not inappropri- ate as regards many Spiders who tie their prey with a thread to subdue it and consume it at their ease; but it just happens that the Thomisus is at variance with her label She does not fasten her Bee, who, dying suddenly of a bite in the neck, offers no resistance to her consumer. Carried away by his recollec- tion of the regular tactics, our Spider's god- father overlooked the exception; he did not know of the perfidious mode of attack which renders the use of a bowstring superfluous. Nor is the second name of onustus — loaded, burdened, freighted — any too happily chosen. 216 The Crab Spider The fact Aat the Bee-huntress carries a heavy paunch is no reason to refer to this as a dis- tinctive characteristic. Neariy all Spiders have a voluminous belly, a silk-warehouse where, in some cases, the rigging of the net, in others, the swan's down of the nest is manufactured. The Thomisus, a first-class nest-builder, does like the rest: she hoards in her abdomen, but without imdue display of obesity, the wherewithal to house her family snugly. Can the expression onustus refer simply to her slow and sidelong walk? The explanation appeals to me, without satisfying me fully. Except in the case of a sudden alarm, every Spider maintains a sober gait and a wary pace. WTien aU is said, the scientific term is composed of a misconception and a worthless epithet How difficult it is to name animals rationally ! Let us be indulgent to the nomen- dator: the dictionary is becoming exhausted and the constant flood that requires cata- loguing mounts incessantly, wearing out our combinations of syllables. As the technical name tells the reader nothing, how shall he be informed? I see but one means, which is to invite him to the May 217 The Life of the Spider festivals, in the waste-lands of the South. The murderess of the Bees is of a chiUy constitu- tion ; in our parts, she hardly ever moves away from the olive-districts. Her favourite shrub is the white-leaved rock-rose {Cistus albidus), with the large, pink, crumpled, ephemeral blooms that last but a morning and are re- placed, next day, by fresh flowers, which have blossomed in the cool dawn. This glorious efllorescence goes on for five or six weeks. Here, the Bees plunder enthusiastically, fussing and bustling in the spacious whorl of the stamens, which beflour them with yellow. Their persecutrix knows of this affluence. She posts herself in her watch-house, under the rosy screen of a petal. Cast your eyes over the flower, more or less everj-where. If you see a Bee lying lifeless, with legs and tongue outstretched, draw nearer : the Thomisus will be there, nine times out of ten. The thug has struck her blow; she is draining the blood of the departed. After aU, this cutter of Bees' throats is a pretty, a verj' pretty creature, despite her im- wieldy paimch fashioned like a squat pyra- mid and embossed on the base, on either side, 218 The Crab Spider with a pimple shaped like a camel's hump. The skin, more pleasing to the eye than any satin, is milk-white in some, in others lemon- yellow. There are fine ladies among them who adorn their legs with a number of pink bracelets and their back with carmine ara- besques. A narrow pale-green ribbon some- times edges the right and left of the breast. It is not so ridi as the costume of the Banded Epeira, but much more elegant because of its soberness, its daintiness and the artful blend- ing of its hues. No\-ice fingers, which shrink from touching any other Spider, allow them- selves to be enticed by these attractions; they do not fear to handle the beauteous Thonoisus, so gentle in appearance. Well, what can this gem among Spiders do ? In the first place she makes a nest worthy of its architect. With twigs and horse-hair and bits of wool, the Goldfinch, the ChaffindiL and other masters of the builder's art construct an aerial bower in the fork of the branches. Herself a lover of high places, the Thomisus selects as Ae site of her nest one of the upper twigs of the nxi-rose, her regular hunting- ground, a twig withered by the heat and pos- sessing a few dead leaves, which curl ttito a 219 The Life of the Spider little cottage. This is where she settles with a view to her eggs. Ascending and descending with a gentle swing in more or less every direction, the liv- ing shuttle, swollen with silk, weaves a bag whose outer casing becomes one with the dry leaves around. The work, which is partly visible and partly hidden by its supports, is a pure dead-white, its shape, moulded in the angular interval between the bent leaves, is that of a cone and reminds us, on a smaller scale, of the nest of the Silky Epeira. When the eggs are laid, the mouth of the receptacle is hermetically closed with a lid of the same white silk. Lastly, a few threads, stretched like a thin curtain, form a canopy above the nest and, with the curved tips of the leaves, frame a sort of alcove wherein the mother takes up her abode. It is more than a place of rest after the fatigues of her confinement: it is a guard- room, an inspection-post where the mother re- mains sprawling until the youngsters' exodus. Greatly emaciated by the laying of her eggs and by her expenditure of silk, she lives only for the protection of her nest. Should some vagrant pass near by, she 220 The Crab Spider hurries from her watdi-tower, lifts a limb and puts the intruder to flight. If I tease her with a straw, slie parries with big gestures, like those of a prize-fighter. She uses her fists against my weapon. When I propose to dis- lodge her in view of certain experiments, I find some difficulty in doing so. She clings to the silken floor, she frustrates my attacks, which I am bound to moderate lest I should injure her. She is no sooner attracted outside than she stubbornly returns to her post. She declines to leave her treasure. Even so does the Narbonne Lycosa struggle when we try to take away her pill. Each dis- plays the same pluck and the same devotion; and also the same denseness in distinguishing her property from that of others. The Ly- cosa accepts without hesitation any strange pill which she is given in exchange for her own; she confuses alien produce with the produce of her ovaries and her silk-factory. Those hallowed words, maternal love, were out of place here: it is an impetuous, an almost me- chanical impulse, wherein real affection plays no part whatever. The beautiful Spider of the rock-roses is no more generously endowed. When moved from her nest to another of the 221 The Life of the Spider same kind, she setdes upon it and never stirs from it, even though the different arrange- ment of the leafy fence be such as to warn her that she is not really at home. Provided that she have satin under her feet, she does not notice her mistake; she watches over an- other's nest with the same vigilance which she might show in watching over her own. The Lycosa surpasses her in maternal blindness. She fastens to her spinnerets and dangles, by way of a bag of eggs, a ball of cork polished with my file, a paper pellet, a little ball of thread. In order to discover if the Thomlsus is capable of a similar error, I gathered some broken pieces of silk-worm's cocoon into a closed cone, turning the frag- ments so as to bring the smoother and more delicate inner surface outside. My attempt was unsuccessful. When removed from her home and placed on the artificial wallet, the mother Thomisus obstinately refused to settle there. Can she be more clear-sighted than the Lycosa? Perhaps so. Let us not be too extravagant with our praise, however; the imitation of the bag was a very clumsy one. The work of laying is finished by the end The Crab Spider of May, after which, lying flat on the ceiling of her nest, the mother never leaves her guard-room, either by night or day. Seeing her look so thin and wrinkled, I imagine that I can please her by bringing her a provision of Bees, as I was wont to do. I have misjudged her needs. The Bee, hitherto her favourite dish, tempts her no longer. In vain does the prey buzz close by, an easy capture within the cage: the watcher does not shift from her post, takes no notice of the windfall. She lives exclusively upon maternal devotion, a conunendable but unsubstantial fare. And so I see her pining away from day to day, be- coming more and more wrinkled. What is the withered thing waiting for, before expir- ing? She is waiting for her children to emerge; the dying creature is still of use to them. When the Banded Epeira's little ones issue from their balloon, they have long been orphans. There is none to come to their assistance; and they have not the strength to free themselves unaided. The balloon has to split automatically and to scatter the young- sters and their flossy mattress all mixed up together. The TTiomisus' wallet, sheathed in 323 The Life of the Spider leaves over the greater part of its surface, never bursts ; nor does the lid rise, so carefully is it sealed down. Nevertheless, after the de- livery of the brood, we see, at the edge of the lid, a small, gaping hole, an exit-window. Who contrived this window, which was not there at first? The fabric is too thick and tough to have yielded to the twitches of the feeble little prisoners. It was the mother, therefore, who, feeling her offspring shuffle impatiently under the silken ceiling, herself made a hole in the bag. She persists in living for five or six weeks, despite her shattered health, so as to give a last helping hand and open the door for her family. After performing this duty, she gently lets herself die, hugging her nest and turning into a shrivelled relic. When July comes, the little ones emerge. In view of their acrobatic habits, I have placed a bundle of slender twigs at the top of the cage in which they were bom. All of them pass through the wire gauze and form a group on the summit of the brushwood, where they swiftly weave a spacious lounge of criss- cross threads. Here they remain, pretty quietly, for a day or two; then foot-bridges 224 The Crab Spider be^ to be flung from one object to the next. Hiis IS the opportune moment. I put the bunch laden with beasties on a small table, in the shade, before the open win- dow. Soon, the exodus commences, but slowly and unsteadily. There are hesitations, retro- gressions, perpendicular falls at the end of a thread, ascents that bring the hanging Spider up again. In short, much ado for a poor result. As matters continue to drag, it occurs to me, at eleven o'clock, to take the bundle of brush- wood swarming with the Uttle Spiders, all eager to be off, and place it on the window-sill, in the glare of the sun. After a few minutes of heat and hght, the scene a^umes a very differoit aspect. The emigrants run to the top of the twigs, bustle about actively. It becomes a bewildering rope-yard, where thou- sands of legs are drawing the hemp from the spinnerets. I do not see the ropes manu- factured and salt floating at the mercy of the air ; but I guess their presence. Three or four Spiders start at a time, each going her own way in directions independent of her nei^boin^'. All are moving upwards, all are climbing some support, as can be per- The Life of the Spider ceived by the nimble motion of their legs. Moreover, the road is visible behind the climber, it is of double thickness, thanks to an added thread. Then, at a certain height, in- dividual movement ceases. The tiny animal soars in space and shines, lit up by the sun. Softly it sways, then suddenly takes flight. What has happened? There is a slight breeze outside. The floating cable has snapped and the creature has gone off, borne on its parachute. I see it drifting away, showing, like a spot of light, against the dark foliage of the near cypresses, some forty feet distant. It rises higher, it crosses over the cypress-screen, it disappears. Others follow, some higher, some lower, hither and thither. But the throng has finished its preparations ; the hour has come to disperse in swarms. We now see, from the crest of the brushwood, a continuous spray of starters, who shoot up like microscopic projectiles and mount in a spreading cluster. In the end, it is like the bouquet at the finish of a pyrotechnic display, the sheaf of rockets fired simultaneously. The comparison is correct down to the dazzling light itself. Flaming in the sun like so many gleaming points, the little Spiders are the 226 The Crab Spider sparks of that living firework. What a glo» rious send-off! \Miat an entrance into the TTorld! Clutching its aeronautic thread, die iiinute creature mounts in an apotheosis. Sooner or later, nearer or farther, the fall comes. To live, we have to descend, often very low, alas ! The Crested Lark crumbles the mule-droppings in the road and thus picks up his food, the oaten grain which he would never find by soaring in the sky, his throat swollen with song. We have to descend ; the stomach's inexorable claims demand it. The Spiderling, therefore, touches land. Gravity, tempered by the parachute, is kind to her. The rest of her story escapes me. \Miat infinitely tiny Midges does she capture before possessing the strength to stab her Bee ? ^ATiat are the methods, what the wiles of atom con- tending with atom? I know not. We shall find her again in spring, grown quite large and crouching among die flowers whence the Bee takes tolL X3fl CHAPTER IX THE GARDEN SPIDERS: BUILDING THE WEB THE fowHng-snare is one of man's ingen- ious villainies. \Yith lines, pegs and poles, two large, earth-coloured nets are stretched upon the ground, one to the right, the other to the left of a bare surface. A long cord, pulled, at the right moment, by the fowler, who hides in a brushwood hut, works them and brings them together suddenly, like a pair of shutters. Divided between the two nets are the cages of the decoy-birds — Linnets and Chaffinches, Greenfinches and YeUowhammers, Buntings and Ortolans — sharp-eared creatures which, on perceiving the distant passage of a flock of their own kind, forthwith utter a short calling note. One of them, the Sambe, an irresistible tempter, hops about and flaps his wings in ap- parent freedom. A bit of twine fastens him to his convict's stake. When, worn with fa- tigue and driven desperate by his vain at- tempts to get away, the sufferer lies down flat 228 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web and refuses to do his duty, the fowler is able to stimulate him without stirring from his hut. A long string sets in motion a little lever work- ing on a pivot. Raised from the ground by this diabolical contrivance, the bird flies, falls down and flies up again at each jerk of the cord. The fowler waits, in the mild sunlight of the autumn morning. Suddenly, great excite- ment in the cages. The ChaflGinches chirp their rallying-cry : Tinck! Hnck!' There is something happening in the sky. The Sambe, quick ! They are coming, the sim- pletons; they swoop down upon the treacher- ous floor. With a rapid movement, the man in ambush pulls his string. The nets close and the whole flock is caught. Man has wild beast"s blood in his veins. The fowler hastens to the slaughter. With his thumb, he srifles the beating of the captives' hearts, staves in their skulls. The little birds, so many piteous heads of game, will go to mar- ket, stnmg in dozens on a wire passed through their nostrils. For scoundrelly ingenuity, the Epeira's net can bear comparison with the fowler's ; it even 339 The Life of the Spider surpasses it when, on patient study, the main features of its supreme perfection stand re- vealed. \A'hat refinement of art for a mess of Flies ! Nowhere, in the whole animal king- dom, has the need to eat inspired a more cun- ning industry. If the reader will meditate upon the description that follows, he will cer- tainly share my admiration. First of all, we must vritness the making of the net ; we must see it constructed and see it again and again, for the plan of such a com- plex work can only be grasped in fragments. To-day, observation will give us one detail; to-morrow, it will give us a second, suggesting fresh points of view; as our visits multiply, a new fact is each time added to the sum total of the acquired data, confirming those which come before or directing our thoughts along unsuspected paths. The snow-ball rolling over the carpet of white grows enormous, however scanty each fresh layer be. Even so with truth in obsert-a- tional science : it is built up of trifles patiently gathered together. And, while the collecting of these trifles means that the student of Spider industry must not be chan.- of his time, at least it involves no distant and speculative 230 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web research. The smallest garden contains Epeirse, all accomplished weavers. In my enclosure, which I have stocked care- fully with the most famous breeds, I have six different species under observation, all of a useful size, aU first-class spinners. Their names are the Banded Epeira {Epelra fasci- ata Walck.), the Silky Epeira (£. sericea, Walck.), the Angular Epeira (£. anguUtta, Walck.), the Pale-tinted Epeira {E. pallida, Ouv.), the Diadem Epeira, or Cross Spider (jB. diademn, Clerk.) , and the Crater Epeira (£. cratera, Walck.). I am able, at the proper hours, all through the fine season, to question them, to watch them at work, now this one, anon that, accord- ing to the chances of the day. \Miat I did not see ver}' plainly yesterday I can see the next day, under better conditions, and on any of the following days, until the phenomenon under obsen-ation is revealed in all clearness. Let us go eveni- evening, step by step, from one border of tall rosemaries to the next. Should things move too slowly, we will sit down at the foot of the shrubs, opposite the rope-yard, where the light falls favourably, and watdi with unwearying attention. Each 331 The Life of the Spider trip will be good for a fact that fills some gap in the ideas already gathered. To appoint one's self, in this way, an inspector of Spiders' webs, for many years in succession and for long seasons, means joining a not overcrowded profession, I admit. Heaven knows, it does not enable one to put money by ! No matter : the meditative mind returns from that school fuUy satisfied. To describe the separate progress of the work in the case of each of the six Epeirae mentioned would be a useless repetition: all six employ the same methods and weave similar webs, save for certain details that shall be set forth later. I will, therefore, sum up in the aggregate the particulars supplied by one or other of them. My subjects, in the first instance, are young and boast but a slight corporation, very far re- moved from what it will be in the late autumn. The belly, the waUet containing the rope- works, hardly exceeds a peppercorn in bulk. This slendemess on the part of the spinstresses must not prejudice us against their work : there is no parity between their skill and their years. The adult Spiders, with their disgraceful paunches, can do no better. 232 The Grarden Spiders: Building the Web Moreover, the beginners have one very precious advantage for the observer: they work by day, work even in the sun, whereas the old ones weave only at night, at unseasonable hours. The first show us the secrets of their looms without much difficulty; the others con- ceal them from us. Work starts in July, a couple of hours before sunset The spinstresses of my enclosure then leave their daytime hiding-places, select dieir posts and begin to spin, one here, another there. lOiere are many of them; we can choose where we please. Let us stop in front of this one, whom we surprise in the act of laying the foundations of the structure. Without any appreciable order, she runs about the rosemar}--hedge, from the tip of one branch to another, within the limits of some eighteen inches. Gradually, she puts a thread in posi- tion, drawing it from her wire-mill with the combs attadbed to her hind-legs. "ITiis pre- paratory work presents no appearance of a concerted plan. The Spider comes and goes impetuously, as though at random; she goes up, comes down, goes up again, dives down again and each time strengthens die points of contact with intricate moorings distributed 233 The Life of the Spider here and diere. The result is a scanty and disordered scaffolding. Is disordered the word? Perhaps not. The Epeira's eye, more experienced in mat- ters of this sort than mine, has recognized the general lie of the land; and the rope- fabric has been erected accordingly : it is ven^ inaccurate in my opinion, but verj" suitable for the Spider's designs. What is it that she really wants? A solid frame to contain the network of the web. The shapeless structure which she has just built fulfils the desired con- ditions : it marks out a flat, free and perpen- dicular area. This is all that is necessary. The whole work, for that matter, is now soon completed; it is done all over again, each evening, from top to bottom, for the incidents of the chase destroy it in a night. The net is as yet too delicate to resist the desperate struggles of the captured prey. On the other hand, the adults' net, which is formed of stouter threads, is adapted to last some time; and the Epeira gives it a more carefully- constructed frame-work, as we shall see elsewhere. A special thread, the foundation of the real net, is stretched across the area so capri- 234 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web iously circumscribed. It is distinguished from the others by its isolation, its position at a distance from any twig that might interfere with its swaying length. It never fails to have, in the middle, a thick white point, formed of a little silk cushion. This is the beacon that marks the centre of the future edifice, the post that will guide the Epeira and bring order into the wilderness of twists and turns. The time has come to weave the hunting- snare. The Spider starts from the centre, which bears die white sign-post, and, running along the transversal thread, hurriedly reaches the circumference, that is to say, the irregular frame enclosing die free space. Still with the same sudden movement, she rushes from the circumference to the centre; she starts again backwards and forwards, makes for the right, the left, the top. the bottom; she hoists herself up, dives down, climbs up again, runs down and always returns to the central landmark by roads that slant in the most unexpected manner. Each time a radius or spoke is laid, here, there, or elsewhere, in what looks like mad disorder. The operation is so erratically OHiducted 233 The Life of the Spider that it takes the most unremitting attention to follow it at all. The Spider reaches the margin of the area by one of the spokes al- ready placed. She goes along this margin for some distance from the point at which she landed, fixes her thread to the frame and re- turns to the centre by the same road which she has just taken. The thread obtained on the way in a broken line, partly on the radius and partly on the frame, is too long for the exact distance be- tween the circumference and the central point. On returning to this point, the Spider adjusts her thread, stretches it to the correct length, fixes it and collects what remains on the central sign-post. In the case of each radius laid, the surplus is treated in the same fashion, so that the sign-post continues to increase in size. It was first a speck; it is now a little pellet, or even a small cushion of a certain breadth. We shall see presently what becomes of this cushion whereon the Spider, that nig- gardly housewife, lays her saved-up bits of thread ; for the moment, we wiU note that the Epeira works it up with her legs after placing each spoke, teazles it with her claws, mats it 236 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web into felt with noteworthy diligence. In so doing, she gives the spokes a solid common support, something like the hub of our carriage-wheels. The eventual regularity of the work sug- gests that die radii are spim in the same order in which they figure in the web, each follow- ing immediately upon its next neighbour. Matters pass in another manner, which at first looks like disorder, but which is really a judicious contrivance. After setting a few spokes in one direction, the Epeira runs across to the other side to draw some in the opposite direction. These sudden changes of course are highlj' logical; they show us how pro- ficient the Spider is in the mechanics of rope- construction. Were diey to succeed one another regularly, the spokes of one group, having nothing as yet to coimteract them, would distort the work by their straining, would even destroy it for lack of a stabler support. Before continuing, it is necessary to lav a converse group which will maintain the whole by its resistance. Any combination of forces acting in one direction must be fordi- with neutralized by another in the opposite direction. This is what our statics teach us 237 The Life of the Spider and what die Spider puts into practice; she is a past mistress of the secrets of rope-building, without serving an apprenticeship. One would think that this interrupted and apparently disordered labour must result in a confused piece of work. Wrong: the rays are equidistant and form a beautifully-regular orb. Their number is a characteristic mark of the different species. The Angular Epeira places 2 1 in her web, the Banded Epeira 32, the Silky Epeira 42. These numbers are not absolutely fixed; but the variation is very slight. Xow which of us would undertake, off- hand, without mjch preliminary experiment and without measuring-instruments, to divide a circle into a given quantity of sectors of equal width? The Epeira, though weighted with a wallet and tottering on threads shaken by the wind, effect the dehcate division with- out stopping to think. They achieve it by a method which seems mad according to our notions of geometr}-. Out of disorder they evolve order. We must not, however, give them more than their due. The angles are only approx- imately equal; they satisfy- the demands of 238 The Garden Spiders; Building the Web the eye, but cannot stand the test of strict measurement. Mathematical precision would be superfluous here. No matter, we are amazed at the result obtained. How does the Ei>eira come to succeed with her difficult problem, so strangely managed? I am still asking mij^self the question. The laying of the radii is finished. Tlie Spider takes her place in the centre, on the little cushion formed of the inaugural sign- post and the bits of thread left over. Sta- tioned on this support, she slowly turns round and round. 3ie is engaged on a delicate piece of work. ^Vith an extremely thin thread, she describes from spoke to spoke, starting from the centre, a spiral line with very close coils. The central space thus worked attains, in the adults' webs, the dimensions of the palm of one's hand; in the yoimger Spiders' webs, it is much smaller, but it is never absent. For reasons which I wiU explain in the course of diis study, I shall call it, in future, the 'resting-floor.' The thread now becomes thicier. "Hie first could hardly be seen : the second is plainly visible. The Spider shifts her position with great slanting strides, turns a few times, mov- Z39 The Life of the Spider ing farther and farther from the centre, fixes her line each time to the spoke which she crosses and at last comes to a stop at the lower edge of the frame. She has described a spiral with coils of rapidly-increasing width. The average distance between the coils, even in the structures of the young Epeiree, is one centimetre.-^ Let us not be misled by the word 'spiral,' which conveys the notion of a curved line. All curves are banished from the Spiders' work; nothing is used but the straight line and its combinations. All that is aimed at is a polygonal line drawn in a curve as geometry understands it. To this polygonal line, a work destined to disappear as the real toils are woven, I will give the name of the 'auxiliary spiral.' Its object is to supply cross-bars, supporting rungs, especially in the outer zone, where the radii are too distant from one another to afford a suitable groundwork. Its object is also to guide the Epeira in the ex- tremely delicate business which she is now about to undertake. But, before that, one last task becomes essential. The area occupied by the spokes is ' .39 inch. — Translator's Note. 240 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web very irregular, being marked out by the sup- ports of the branch, which are infinitely \-ariable. There are angular niches which, if skirted too closely, would disturb the S3?m- metry of the web about to be constructed. The Epeira needs an exact space wherein gradually to lay her spiral thread. More- over, she must not leave any gaps through which her prey might find an outlet. An expert in these matters, the Spider soon knows the comers that have to be filled up. Widi an alternating movement, first in this direction, then in that, she lays, upon the support of the radii, a thread that forms two acute angles at the lateral boundaries of the faulty part and describes a zigzag line not wholly unlike the ornament known as the fret. The sharp comers have now been filled with frets on every side ; the time has come to work at the essential part, the snaring-web for which all the rest is but a support. Cling- ing on the one hand to the radii, on the other to the chords of the auxiliary spiral, the Epeira covers the same ground as when lay- ing the spiral, but in the opposite direction: formerly, she moved away from the centre; now she mpves towards it and with doser and 241 The Life of the Spider more numerous circles. She starts from the base of the auxiliary spiral, near the frame. What follows is difficult to observe, for the movements are very quick and spasmodic, consisting of a series of sudden little rushes, sways and bends that bewilder the eye. It needs continuous attention and repeated examination to distinguish the progress of the work however slightly. The two hind-legs, the weaving imple- ments, keep going constantly. Let us name them according to their position on the work- floor. I call the leg that faces the centre of the coil, when the animal moves, the 'inner leg;' the one outside the coil the 'outer leg.' The latter draws the thread from the spin- neret and passes it to the inner leg, which, with a graceful movement, lays it on the radius crossed. At the same time, the first leg measures the distance ; it grips the last coil placed in position and brings within a suitable range that point of the radius whereto the thread is to be fixed. As soon as the radius is touched, the thread sticks to it by its own glue. There are no slow operations, no knots : the fixing is done of itself. Meanwhile, turning by narrow degrees, 242 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web the spinstress approaches the auxiliary diords that have just served as her support. When, in the end, these chords become too close, Aey will have to go; they would impair the sym- metry of the \rork. The Spider, therefore, dutches and holds on to the rungs of a higher row; she pidcs up, one by one, as she goes along, those which are of no more use to her and gathers them into a fine-spun ball at the contact-point of the next spoke. Hence arises a series of silky atoms marking the course of the disappearing spiral. The h^t has to fall favourably for us to perceive these specks, the only remains of the ruined auxihary thread. One would take them for grains of dust, if the faultless reg- ularity of their distribution did not remind us of die vanished spiral. They continue, stiU visible, until the final coUapse of the net. And die Spider, without a stop of any kind, turns and turns and turns, drawing nearer to the centre and repeating the operation of fix- ing her thread at each spoke which she crosses. A good half-hour, an hour even among the full-grown Spiders, is spent on spiral circles, to the number of about fifty for the web of the Silky Epeira and thirty for 343 The Life of the Spider fiose of the Banded and the Angular Epeira. At last, at some distance from the centre, on the borders of what I have called the resting-floor, the Spider abruptly terminates her spiral when the space would still allow of a certain number of turns. We shall see the reason of this sudden stop presently. Next, the Epeira, no matter which, young or old, hurriedly flings herself upon the little central cushion, pulls it out and rolls it into a ball which I expected to see thrown away. But no: her thrifty nature does not permit this waste. She eats the cushion, at first an inaugural landmark, then a heap of bits of thread; she once more melts in the digestive crucible what is no doubt intended to be re- stored to the silken treasury. It is a tough mouthful, difficult for the stomach to elabo- rate; still, it is precious and must not be lost. The work finishes with the swallowing. Then and there, the Spider instals herself, head downwards, at her hunting-post in the centre of the web. The operation which we have just seen gives rise to a reflection. Men are bom right- handed. Thanks to a lack of symmetry that 244 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web has never been explained, our right side is stronger and readier in its movements than our left. The inequality is especially notice- able in the two hands. Our language ex- presses this supremacy of the favoured side in the terms dexterity, adroitness and address, all of which allude to the right hand. Is the animal, on its side, right-handed, left-handed, or unbiased? We have had opportunities of showing that the Cricket, the Grasshopper and many others draw their bow, which is on the right wing-case, over the sounding apparatus, which is on the left wing- case. They are right-handed. When you and I take an unpremeditated turn, we spin round on our right heel. The left side, the weaker, moves on the pivot of die right, the stronger. In the same way, nearlv all the Molluscs that have spiral shells roll their coils from left to right Among the numerous species in both land and water fauna, only a very few are exceptional and turn from right to left It would be interesting to try and work out to what e3ctent that part of the zoological kingdom which boasts a two-sided structure is divided into right-handed and left-handed 245 The Life of the Spider animals. Can dissmymetr}-, that source of contrasts, be a general rule? Or are there neutrals, endowed with equal powers of skiU and energy on both sides? Yes, there are; and the Spider is one of them. She enjoys the ver\' enviable privilege of possessing a left side which is no less capable than the right. She is ambidextrous, as witness the following obser\'ations. When laying her snaring-thread. every Epeira turns in either direction indifferently, as a close watch will prove. Reasons whose secret escapes us determine the direction adopted. Once this or the other course is taken, the spinstress does not change it, even after incidents that sometimes occur to disturb the progress of the work. It may happen that a Gnat gets caught in the part already woven. The Spider thereupon abruptly in- terrupts her labours, hastens up to the prey, binds it and then returns to where she stopped and continues the spiral in the same order as before. At the commencement of the work, gyra- tion in one direction being employed as weU as gyration in the other, we see that, when making her repeated webs, the same Epeira 246 The Garden Spiders: Building the Web turns now her right side, now her left to the centre of the coil. Well, as we have said, it is always with the inner hind-leg, the leg nearer the centre, that is to say, in some cases the ri^t and in some cases the left leg, that she places the thread in position, an exceed- ingly delicate operation calling for the dis- play of exquisite skill, because of the quickness of the acdon and die need for preserx^ng strictly equal distances. Any one seeing this leg working with such extreme precision, the right leg to-day, the left to-morrow, be- comes convinced that the Epeira is highly ambidextrous. 247 CHAPTER X THE GARDEN SPIDERS: >IY NEIGHBOUR A GE does not modify the Epeira's talent -^ *• in any essential feature. As the young worked, so do the old, the richer by a year's experience. There are no masters nor apprentices in their guild; all know their craft from the moment that the first thread is laid. AYe have learnt something from the novices : let us now look into the matter of their elders and see what additional task the needs of age impose upon them. July comes and gives me exactly what I wish for. WTiile the new inhabitants are twisting their ropes on the rosemaries in the enclosure, one evening, by the last gleams of twilight, I discover a splendid Spider, with a mighty belly, just outside my door. This one Is a matron: she dates back to last year; her majestic corpulence, so exceptional at this season, proclaims the fact. I know her for the Angular Epeira {Epeira angulata, Walck. ) , clad in grey and girdled with two dark stripes that meet in a point at the back. 248 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour The base of her abdomen swells into a short nipple on either ade. This nei^bour will certainly sen'e my turn, provided that she do not work too late at night. Things bode well: I catch the buxom one in the act of laying her first threads. At this rate, my success need not be won at the expense of sleep. And, in fact, I am able, throughout the month of July and the greater part of August, from eight to ten o'clock in the e^^«ning, to watch the construc- tion of the web, which is more or less ruined nightly by the incidents of the chase and built up again, next day, when too seriously dilapidated. During Ae two stifling months, when the light fails and a spell of coolness follows upon the furnace-heat of the day, it is easy for me, lantern in hand, to watch my neighbour's various operations. She has taken up her abode, at a convenient height for obser%-ation, between a row of cypress-trees and a clump of laurels, near the entrance to an alley haunted by Moths. The spot appears weU-chosen, for the Epdra does not change it throughout the season, though she renews her net almost every ni^t. The Life of the Spider Punctually as darkness falls, our whole family goes and caUs upon her. Big and little, Tve stand amazed at her wealth of belly and her exuberant somersaults in the maze of quivering ropes: we admire the faultless geometn,' of the net as it gradually takes shapfe. AU agleam in the lantem-light, the work becomes a fairy orb, which seems woven of moonbeams. Should I linger, in my anxiety to clear up certain details, the household, which by this time is in bed, waits for my return before going to sleep : 'What has she been doing this evening?' I am asked. 'Has she finished her web ? Has she caught a Moth ?' I describe what has happened. To-morrow, they will be in a less hurry to go to bed : they wiU want to see ever^'thing, to the very end. \Yhat delightful, simple evenings we have spent looking into the Spider's workshop 1 The journal of the Angular Epeira, written up day by day, teaches us, first of all, how she obtains the ropes that form the frame-work of the building. All day in- visible, crouching amid the cypress-leaves, the Spider, at about eight o'clock in the evening, 250 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour solemnly emei^es from her retreat and makes for die top of a branch. In diis exalted posi- tion, she sits for some time laying her plans with due regard to the locality; she consults the weather, ascertains if the night wiU be fine. Then, suddenly, with her eight legs wide- spread, she lets herself drop straight down, hanging to the line that issues from her spin- nerets. Just as Ae rope-maker obtains the e\-en output of his hemp by walking badc- wards, so does the Epeira obtain the discharge of hers by falling. It is extracted by the weight of her body. The descent, however, has not the brute speed which the force of gravity would give it, if uncontrolled. It is governed by die action of the spinnerets, which contract or ex- pand their pores, or close them entirely, at the faUer's pleasure. And so, with gentle moderation, she pays out this living plumb- line, of which my lantern clearly shows me the plumb, but not always the line. The great squab seems at such times to be sprawling in space, without the least support. She comes to an abrupt stop two indies from the ground; the silk-red ceases working. The Spider turns round, dutdies the line The Life of the Spider which she has just obtained and climbs up by this road, still spinning. But, this time, as she is no longer assisted by the force of gravity, the thread is extracted in another manner. The two hind-legs, with a quick alternate action, draw it from the wallet and let it go. On returning to her starting-point, at a height of six feet or more, the Spider is now in possession of a double line, bent into a loop and floating loosely in a current of air. She fixes her end where it suits her and waits until the other end, wafted by the wind, has fastened its loop to the adjacent twigs. The desired result may be very slow In coming. It does not tire the unfailing patience of the Epeira, but It soon wears out mine. .\nd it has happened to me sometimes to collaborate with the Spider. I pick up the floating loop with a straw and lay It on a branch, at a convenient height. The foot- bridge erected with my assistance is con- sidered satisfactory, just as though the wind had placed It. I count this collaboration among the good actions standing to my credit. Feeling her thread fixed, the Epeira runs along it repeatedly, from end to end, adding The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour a fibre to it on each journey. Whether I help or not, this forms the 'suspension-cable,' the main piece of the frame-woit. I call it a cable, in spite of its extreme thinness, because of its structure. It looks as though it were single, but, at the two ends, it is seen to divide and spread, tuft-wise, into numerous constit- uent parts, which are the product of as many crossings. These diverging fibres, with their several contact-points, increase the steadiness of the two extremities. The suspension-cable is incomparably stronger than the rest of the work and lasts for an indefinite time. The web is generally shattered after the night's hunting and is nearly always rewoven on the following evening. After the removal of the wreckage, it is made all over again, on the same site, cleared of everything except the cable from whidi the new network is to hang. The laying of this cable is a somewhat difficult matter, because the success of the en- terprise does not depend upon the animal's industry alone. It has to wait until a breeze carries the line to the pier-head in the bushes. Scunetimes, a calm prevails; sometimes, the thread catches at an unsuitable point. This 2S3 The Life of the Spider involves great expenditure of time, with no certainty of success. And so, when once the suspension-cable is in being, well and solidly placed, the Epeira does not change it, except on critical occasions. Every evening, she passes and repasses over it, strengthening it with fresh threads. When the Epeira cannot manage a fall of sufficient depth to give her the double line with its loop to be fixed at a distance, she em- ploys another method. She lets herself down and then climbs up again, as we have already seen ; but, this time, the thread ends suddenly in a filmy hair-pencil, a tuft, whose parts remain disjoined, just as they come from the spinneret's rose. Then this sort of bushy fox's brush is cut short, as though with a pair of scissors, and the whole thread, when un- furled, doubles its length, which is now enough for the purpose. It is fastened by the end joined to the Spider; the other floats in the air, with its spreading tuft, which easily tangles in the bushes. Even so must the Banded Epeira go to work when she throws her daring suspension-bridge across a stream. Once the cable is laid, in this way or In that, the Spider is in possession of a base that 254 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour allows her to approach or withdraw from the leafy piers at will. From Ae height of the cable, the upp>er boundary of the projected worics, she lets herself slip to a slight depth, varying the points of her fall. She climbs up again by the line produced by her descent. The residt of the operation is a double thread which is unwound while the Spider walks along her big foot-bric^ to the contact- branch, where she fixes the free end of her thread more or less low down. In this way, she obtains, to right and left, a few slanting cross-bars, connecting the cable with the branches. These cross-bars, in their turn, support others in ever-changing directions. When there are enough of them, the Epeira need no longer resort to falls in order to extract her threads; she goes from one cord to the next, alwa%"s wire-drawing with her hind-legs and placing her produce in position as she goes. This results in a combination of straight lines owning no order, save that they are kept in one, nearly perpendicular plane. They mark a ver\" irregular pol^onal area, wherein the web, itself a work of magnificent regularity, shall presently be woven. 2S5 The Life of the Spider It is unnecessar}- to go over the construc- tion of the masterpiece again; the younger Spiders have taught us enough in this respect. In both cases, we see the same equidistant radii laid, with a central landmark for a guide; the same auxihar\- spiral, the sca!:olc- ing of temporar}" rungs, soon doomed to dis- appear : the same snaring-spiral, with Its maze of closely-woven coils. Let us pass on : other details caU for our attention. The laying of the snaring-spiral is an ex- ceedingly delicate operation, because of the regularity of the work. I was bent upon knowing whether, if subjected to the din of unaccustomed soimds, the Spider would hesitate and blunder. Does she work imper- turbably? Or does she need undisturbed quiet? As it is, I know that my presence and that of my light hardly trouble her at all. The sudden flashes emitted by my lantern have no power to distract her from her task. She continues to turn in the light even as she turned in the dark, neither faster nor slower. This is a good omen for the experiment which I have in view. The first Sunday in August is the feast of the patron saint of the village, commemorat- 256 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour ing the Finding of St. Stephen. This is Tues- day, the third day of the rejoicings. There will he fireworks to-night, at nine o'clock, to conclude the merr\--makings. They will take place on the high-road outside my door, at a few steps from the spot where my Spider is working. The spinstress is busy upon her great spiral at the very moment when the village hig-wigs arrive with trumpet and drum and small boys earning torches. More interested in animal psychology than in pyrotechnical display's. I watch the Epeira's doings, lantern in hand. The hul- labaloo of the crowd, the reports of the mortars, the crackle of Roman candles burst- ing in the sky. the hiss of the rockets, the rain of sparks, the sudden flashes of white, red or blue light: none of this disturbs the worker, who methodically turns and turns again, just as she does in the peace of ordinary evenings. Once before, the gun which I fired under the plane-trees failed to trouble the concert of the Cicadae : to-day, the dazzling light of the fire-wheels and the splutter of the crackers do not avail to distract the Spider from her weaving. And, after all. what difierence would it make to my neighbour if the world 2S7 The Life of the Spider fell in I The village could be blown up with dynamite, without her losing her head for such a trifle. She would calmly go on with her web. Let us return to the Spider manufacturing her net under the usual tranquil conditions. The great spiral has been finished, abruptly, on the confines of the resting-floor. The central cushion, a mat of ends of saved thread, is next pulled up and eaten. But, be- fore indulging in this mouthful, which closes the proceedings, two Spiders, the only two of the order, the Banded and the Silky Epeira, have still to sign their work. A broad, white ribbon is laid, in a thick zigzag, from the centre to the lower edge of the orb. Some- times, but not always, a second band of the same shape and of lesser length occupies the upper portion, opposite the first. I like to look upon these odd flourishes as consolidating-gear. To begin with, the young Epeira never use them. For the moment, heedless of the future and lavish of their silk, they remake their web nightly, even though it be none too much dilapidated and might well serve again. A brand-new snare at sun- set is the rule with them. And there is little 258 The Garden Spiders: My Neighboxir need for increased solidity when the work has to be done again on the morrow. On the other hand, in the late autumn, the full-grown Spiders, feeling laying-time at hand, are driven to practise economy, in view of the great expenditure of silk required for the egg-bag. Owing to its large size, the net now becomes a cosdy work which it were well to use as long as possible, for fear of finding one's reserves exhausted when the time comes for the expensive construction of the nest. For this reason, or for others which escape me, the Banded and the Silky Epeirse think it wise to produce durable work and to strengthen their toils with a cross-ribbon. The other Epeirae, who are put to less ex- pense in the fabrication of their maternal wallet — a mere pill — are unacquainted with the zigzag binder and, like the younger Spiders, reconstruct their web almost nightly. My fat neighbour, the Angular Epeira, consulted by the light of a lantern, shall tell us how the renewal of the net proceeds. As the twilight fades, she comes down cautiously from her day-dwelling; she leaves the foliage of the cypresses for the suspjension-cable of her snare. Here she stands for some time; 250 The Life of the Spider then, descending to her web, she collects the wreckage Ln great armfuls. Everything — spiral, spokes and frame — is raked up with her legs. One thing alone is spared and that is the suspension-cable, the sturdy piece of work that has served as a foundation for the previous buildings and will serve for the new after receiving a few strengthening repairs. The collected ruins form a pUl which the Spider consumes with the same greed that she would show in swallowing her prey. Noth- ing remains. This is the second instance of the Spiders' supreme economy of their silk. AYe have seen them, after the manufacture of the net, eating the central guide-post, a modest mouthful; we now see them gobbling up the whole web, a meal. Refined and turned into fluid by the stomach, the materials of the old net will serve for other purposes. As soon as the site is thoroughly cleared, the work of the frame and the net begins on the support of the suspension-cable which was respected. Would it not be simpler to restore the old web, which might serve many times yet, if a few rents were just repaired? One would say so; but does the Spider know how 260 The Garden Spiders; My Neighbour to patch her work, as a thrifty housewife dams her linen? That is the question. To mend severed meshes, to replace broken threads, to adjust the new to the old, in short, to restore the original order by assem- bling the wreckage would be a far-reaching feat of prowess, a very fine proof of gleams of inteUigence, capable of performing ra- tional calculations. Our menders excel in this class of work. They have as their guide their sense, which measures the holes, cuts the new piece to size and fits it into its proper place. Does the Spider possess the counterpart of this habit of dear thinking? People declare as much, without, ap- parently, looking into the matter very closely. They seem able to dispense with the con- scientious observer's scruples, when inflating their bladder of theory. They go straight ahead ; and that is enough. As for ourselves, less greatly daring, we will first enquire; we will see by experiment if the Spider really knows how to repair her work. The Angular Epeira, that near neighbour who has already supplied me with so many documents, has just finished her web, at nine o'clock in the evening. It is a splendid night, 361 The Life of the Spider calm and warm, favourable to the rounds of the Moths. All promises good hunting. At the moment when, after completing the great spiral, the Epeira is about to eat the central cushion and settle down upon her resting- floor, I cut the web in two, diagonally, with a pair of sharp scissors. The sagging of the spokes, deprived of their counter-agents, pro- duces an empty space, wide enough for three fingers to pass through. The Spider retreats to her cable and looks on, without being greatly frightened. ^Yhen I have done, she quietly returns. She takes her stand on one of the halves, at the spot which was the centre of the original orb ; but, as her legs find no footing on one side, she soon realizes that the snare is defective. Thereupon, two threads are stretched across the breach, two threads, no more; the legs that lacked a foothold spread across them; and henceforth the Epeira moves no more, devoting her attention to the incidents of the chase. When I saw those two threads laid, joining the edges of the rent, I began to hope that I was to witness a mending-process : 'The Spider," said I to myself, 'will increase 262 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour the number of those cross-threads from end to end of the breach; and, though the added piece may not match the rest of the work, at least it will fill the gap and the continuous sheet will be of the same use practically as the regular web.' The reality did not answer to my expecta- tion. The spinstress made no further en- deavour all night. She hunted with her riven net, for what it was worth ; for I foimd the web next morning in the same condition wherein I had left it on the night before. There had been no mending of any kind. The two threads stretched across the breach even must not be taken for an attempt at repairing. Finding no foothold for her legs on one side, the Spider went to look into the state of things and, in so doing, crossed the rent. In going and returning, she left a thread, as is the custom with aU the Epeirse when walking. It was not a deliberate mend- ing, but the mere result of an uneasy change of place. Perhaps the subject of my experiment thought it unnecessary to go to fresh trouble and expense, for the web can serve quite well as it is, after my sdssor-cat: the two halves 303 The Life of the Spider together represent the original snaring- surface. All that the Spider, seated in a central position, need do is to find the requisite support for her spread legs. The two threads stretched from side to side of the cleft supply her with this, or nearly. My mischief did not go far enough. Let us devise something better. Next day, the web is renewed, after the old one has been swallowed. When the work is done and the Epeira seated motionless at her central post, I take a straw and, wielding it dexterously, so as to respect the resting-floor and the spokes, I pull and root up the spiral, which dangles in tatters. \A'ith its snaring- threads ruined, the net is useless; no passing Moth would aUow herself to be caught. Now what does the Epeira do in the face of this disaster ? Nothing at aU. Motionless on her resting-floor, which I have left intact, she awaits the capture of the game ; she awaits it all night in vain on her impotent web. In the morning, I find the snare as I left it. Neces- sity, the mother of invention, has not prompted the Spider to make a slight repair in her ruined toils. Possibly this is asking too much of her 264 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour resources. TTie silk-glands maj- be exhausted after the laying of the great spiral: and to repeat the same expenditure immediately is out of Ae question. I want a case where; in there could be no appeal to any such exhaustion. I obtain it, thanks to my assiduity. WTiile I am watching the rolling of the spiral, a head of game rushes full tilt into the unfinished snare. The Epeira interrupts her work, hurries to the giddy-pate, swathes him and takes her fill of him where he lies. Dur- ing the stru^le, a section of the web has torn under the weaver's very eyes. A great gap endangers the satisfactory working of the net. What will the spider do in the presence of this grievous rent? Now or never is the time to repair the broken threads: the accident has happened this very moment, between the animal's legs; it is certainly known and, moreover, the rope- works are in full swing. Hiis time there is no questicm of the exhaustion of the silk- warehouse. Well, under these conditions, so favorable to darning, the Epeira does no mending at all. She flings aside her prey, after taking a The Life of the Spider few sips at it, and resumes her spiral at the point where she interrupted it to attack the Moth. The torn part remains as it is. The machine-shuttle in our looms does not revert to the spoiled fabric; even so with the Spider working at her web. And this is no case of distraction, of individual carelessness; aU the large spin- stresses suffer from a similar incapacity for patching. The Banded Epeira and the Sitky Epeira are noteworthy in this respect. The Angijlar Epeira remakes her web nearly every evening; the other two reconstruct theirs only very seldom and use them even when extremely dilapidated. They go on hunting with shapeless rags. Before they bring them- selves to weave a new web, the old one has to be ruined beyond recognition. Well, I have often noted the state of one of these ruins and, the next morning, I have found it as it was, or even more dilapidated. Never any repairs; never; never. I am sorry, because of the reputation which our hard-pressed theorists have given her, but the Spider is absolutely unable to mend her work. In spite of her thoughtful appearance, the Epeira is incapable of the modicum of reflexion 266 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour required to insert a piece into an accidental gap- Other Spiders are unacquainted with wide- meshed nets and weave satins wherein the threads, crossing at random, form a contin- uous substance. Among this number is the House Spider {TegeHaria domtstica, Lin.). In Ae comers of our rooms, she stretches wide webs fixed by angular extensions. The best-protected nook at one side contains the owner's secret apartment. It is a silk tube, a galler\- with a conical opening, whence the Spider, sheltered from the eye, watches e^-ents. The rest of the fabric, which exceeds our finest muslins in delicacy, is not, properly speaking, a hunting-implement: It is a plat- form whereon the Spider, attending to the affairs of her estate, goes her rounds, esj>e- cially at night. The real trap consists of a confusion of lines strerched above the web. The snare, constructed according to other rules than in the case of the Epeirae. also works differently. Here are no viscous threads, but plain toils, rendered invisible by their very number. If a Gnat rush into the perfidious entanglement, he is caught at once; and the more he struggles the more firmly is 367 The Life of the Spider he bovind. The snarehng falls on die sheet- web. Tegenaria hastens up and bites him in the neck. Having said this, let us experiment a httle. In the web of the House Spider, I make a round hole, two fingers wide. The hole re- mains yawning all day long; but next morning it is invariably closed. An extremely thin gauze covers the breach, the dark appearance of which contrasts with the dense whiteness of the surrounding fabric. The gauze is so delicate that, to make sure of its presence, I use a straw rather than my eyes. The move- ment of the web, when this part is touched, proves the presence of an obstacle. Here, the matter would appear obvious. The House Spider has mended her work dur- ing the night; she has put a patch in the torn stuff, a talent unknown to the Garden Spiders. It would be greatly to her credit, if a more attentive study did not lead to another conclusion. The web of the House Spider is, as we were saying, a platform for watching and exploring; it is also a sheet Into which the insects caught in the overhead rigging fall. This surface, a domain subject to unhmited 268 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour shodcs, is never strong enough, especially as it is exposed to the additional burden of little bits of plaster loosened from the wall. TTie owner is constandy working at it ; she adds a new layer nighdy. E\-ery time that she issues from her tubidar retreat or returns to it, she fixes the thread that hangs behind her upon the road covered. As evidence of this work, we have the direc- tion of the surface-lines, all of which, whether straight or winding, according to the fancies that guide the Spider's path, converge upon the entrance of the tube. Each step taken, beyond a doubt, adds a filament to the web. We have here the story of the Procession- arj' of the Pine,* whose habits I have related elsewhere. WTien the caterpillars leave the silk pouch, to go and browse at night, and also when they enter it again, they never fail to spin a litde on the surface of their nest. E^ch expedition adds to the thickness of the wall. When mo^-ing this way or that upon the purse which I have split from top to bottom with mv scissors, the Processionanes upholster * The PKve*ji:inaTies are Moth-cateipfl!ais that feed on varions lesres and march in file, hying a silkoi trail as they ?a. — rra«rfflj,>r"j .V-.-'fa-. J69 The Life of the Spider the breach even as they upholster the un- touched part, without paying more attention to it than to the rest of the walL Caring nothing about the accident, they behave in the same way as on a non-gutted dwelling. The crevice is closed, in course of time, not intentionally, but solely by the action of the usual spinning. We arrive at the same conclusion on the subject of the House Spider. Walking about her platform every night, she lays fresh courses without drawing a distinction between the solid and the hoUow. She has not deliberately put a patch in the torn texture; she has simply gone on with her ordinary business. If it happen that the hole is even- tually closed, this fortunate result is the out- come not of a special purpose, but of an unvarying method of work. Besides, it is evident that, if the Spider reaUy wished to mend her web, all her endeavours would be concentrated upon the rent. She would devote to it all the silk at her disposal and obtain in one sitting a piece very like the rest of the web. Instead of that, what do we find ? Almost nothing : a hardly visible gauze. 270 The Garden Spiders: My Neighbour The thing is obvious: the Spider did on that rent what she did even' elsewhere, neither more nor less. Far from squandering silk upon it, she saved her silk so as to have enough for the whole web. The gap will be better mended, little by little, afterwards, as the sheet is strengthened all over with new layers. And this will take long. Two months later, the window — my work — ^still shows through and makes a dark stain against the dead-white of the fabric. Neither weavers nor spinners, therefore, know how to repair their work. Those wonderful manufacturers of silk-stuffs lade the least glimmer of that sacred lamp, reason, whidi enables the stupidest of daming-women to mend the heel of an old stocking. The office of inspector of Spiders' webs would hax'e its uses, even if it merely succeeded in ridding us of a mistaken and mischievous idea. 271 CH.\PTER XI THE GARDEN SPIDERS : THE LIME-SNARE THE spiral network of the EpeirE possesses contrivances of fearsome can- ning. Let us give our attention by preference to that of the Banded Epeira or that of the Silky Epeira, both of which can be observed at early morning in all their freshness. The thread that forms them is seen with the naked eye to differ from that of the framework and the spokes. It glitters in the sun, looks as though it were knotted and gives the impression of a chaplet of atoms. To examine it through the lens on the web itself is scarcely feasible, because of the shaking of the fabric, which trembles at the least breath. By passing a sheet of glass under the web and lifting it, I take away a few pieces of thread to study, pieces that remain fixed to the glass in parallel lines. Lens and microscope can now play their part. The Garden Spiders: The Lime-Snare The Mght is perfectly astounding. Those threads, on the horderland between the visible and the in\nsible, are very dosely twisted twine, similar to the gold cord of our officers' sword-knots. Moreover, they are hoUow. The infinitely slender is a tube, a channel full of a \nscous moisture resembling a strong solution of gum arable I can see a diapha- nous trail of this moisture trickling dirough the broken ends. Under the pressure of the thin glass slide that covers them on the stage of the microscope, the twists lengthen out, become crinkled ribbons, traversed from end to end, through the middle, by a dark streak, which is the empty container. The fluid contents must ooze slowly through the side of those tubular threads, roUed into twisted strings, and thus render the network sticky. It is sticky, in fact, and in such a wav as to provoke surprise. I bring a fine straw flat down upon three or four rungs of a sector. However gentle the con- tact, adhesion is at once established. When I hft the straw, the threads come with it and stretch to twice or three times their length, like a thread of India-rubber. At last, when over-taut, they loosen without breaking and 273 The Life of the Spider resume their original form. They lengthen by unroUing their twist, they shorten by roll- ing it again; lastly, they become adhesive by taking the glaze of the gummy moisture wherewith they are filled. In short, the spiral thread is a capiUan,- tube finer than any that our physics wiU ever know. It is roUed into a twist so as to possess an elasticity that allows it, without breaking, to yield to the tugs of the captured prey; it holds a supply of sticky matter Ln reser\"C in its tube, so as to renew the adhesive properties of the surface by incessant exudation, as they become impaired by exposure to the air. It is simply manellous. The Epeira hunts not with springs, but with lime-snares. And such Ume-snares ! Everything is caught in them, down to the dandelion-plume that barely brushes against them. Nevertheless, the Epeira, who is in constant touch with her web, is not caught in them. Why? Let us first of aU remember that the Spider has contrived for herself, in the middle of her trap, a floor in whose construction the sticky spiral thread plays no part. We saw how this thread stops suddenly at some distance from 274 The Garden Spiders; The Lime-Snare the centre. There is here, covering a space which, in the larger wdjs, is about equal to Ac palm of one's hand, a fabric formed of spokes and of Ae commencement of the auxiliary spiral, a neutral fabric in which Ae exploring straw finds no adhe^veness anywhere. Here, on this central resting-floor, and here only, Ae Epeira takes her stand, waiting whole days for Ae arrival of Ae game. However dose, however prolonged her contact wiA Ais portion of Ae web, she runs no risk of sticking to it, because Ae gummy coating is lacking, as is Ae twisted and tubular structure, Aroughout Ae loigA of Ae spjokes and throughout Ae extait of Ae auxiliary spiral. These pieces, togeAer wiA Ae rest of Ae framewoik, are made of plain, straight, solid thread. But, when a victim is cau^t, sometimes ri^t at Ae edge of Ae web, Ae Spider has to rush up quiddy, to bind it and overcome its attempts to free itself. She is walking Aen upon her network; and I do not find Aat Ae suffers Ae least inconvenience. The lime- Areads are not evai lifted by Ae movements of her l^s. 375 The Life of the Spider In my boyhood, when a troop of us would go, on Thursdays/ to try and catch a Gold- finch in the hemp-fields, we used, before cover- ing the twigs with glue, to grease our fingers with a few drops of oil, lest we should get them caught in the sticky matter. Does the Epeira know the secret of fatty substances? Let us try. I rub my exploring straw with slightly oiled paper. When applied to the spiral thread of the web, it now no longer sticks to it. The principle is discovered. I pull out the leg of a live Epeira. Brought just as it is into con- tact with the hme-threads, it does not stick to them any more than to the neutral cords, whether spokes or parts of the framework. We were entided to expect this, judging by the Spider's general immunity. But here is something that wholly alters the result. I put the leg to soak for a quarter of an hour in disulphide of carbon, the best solvent of fatty matters. I wash it carefully with a brush dipped in the same fluid. When this washing is finished, the leg sticks to the sna ring-thread quite easily and adheres to It ' The weekly half-holiday in French schools. — Trans- lator's Xote. 276 The Garden Spiders: The Lime-Snare just as well as anything else would, the unoiled straw, for instance. Did I guess aright when I judged that it was a fatty substance that preserved the Epeira from the snares of her sticky Catherine-wheel? The action of the carbon disulphide seems to say yes. Besides, there is no reason why a substance of this kind, which pla3FS so frequent a part in animal economy, should not coat the Spider ver\- slightly by the mere act of perspiration. We used to rub our fingers with a little oil before handling the t\dgs in which the Goldfinch was to be caught ; even so the Epeira varnishes herself with a special sweat, to operate on any part of her web without fear of the lime-threads. However, an unduly protracted stay on the sticky threads would have its drawbacks. In the Icmg run, continual contact with those threads mi^t produce a certain adhesion and inconvenience the Spider, who must preserve all her agility in order to rush upon the prey before it can release itself. For this reason, gununy threads are never used in building the post of interminable waiting. It is onlv (Ml her resring-floor that the Epeira sits, motionless and with her eight l^s 277 The Life of the Spider outspread, ready to mark the least quiver in the net. It is here, again, that she takes her meals, often long-drawn-out. when the joint is a substantial one; it is hither that, after trussing and nibbling it. she drags her prey at the end of a thread, to consume it at her ease on a non-viscous mat. As a hunting-post and refectory, the Epeira has contrived a central space, free from glue. As for the glue itself, it is hardly possible to study its chemical properties, because the quantity is so slight. The microscope shows it trickling from the broken threads in the form of a transparent and more or less gran- ular streak. The following experiment will teU us more about it. With a sheet of glass passed across the web, I gather a series of lime-threads which remain fixed in parallel lines. I cover this sheet with a beU-jar standing in a depth of water. Soon, in this atmosphere saturated with humidity, the threads become enveloped in a watery sheath, which gradually increases and begins to flow. The twisted shape has by this time disappeared; and the channel of the thread reveals a chaplet of translucent orbs, that is to say, a series of extremely fine drops. The Garden Spiders: The Lime-Snare In twenty-four hours, the threads have lost their contents and are reduced to ahnost in- \nsible streaks. If I then lay a drop of water on the glass, I get a stidcy solution, similar to that which a particle of gum arabic might ^neld. The conclusion is evident : the Epeira's glue is a substance that absorbs moisture freely. In an atmosphere with a high degree of humidity, it becomes saturated and perco- lates by sweating through the side of the tubular threads. These data eiqplain certain facts relating to the work of the net. The full-grown Banded and Silky Epeirse weave at ven,- early hours, long before dawn. Should the air turn misty, they sometimes leave that part of the task unfinished : they build the general framework, they lay the spokes, they even draw the auxili- ary spiral, for all these parts are unaffected by excess of moisture; but they are very careful not to wort at the lime-threads, which, if soaked by die fog, would dissolve into sticky shreds and lose their efficacy by being wetted. The net that was started will be finished to- morrow, if the atmosphere be favourable. While the hi^ly-absorbent character of the snaring-thread has its drawbacks, it also has 279 The Life of the Spider compensating advantages. Both Epeirse, when hunting by day, attect those hot places, exposed to the fierce rays of the sun, wherein the Crickets dehght. In the torrid heats of the dog-days, therefore, the lime-threads, but for special provisions, would be liable to dry up, to shrivel into stiti and hfeless fila- ments. But the very opposite happens. At the most scorching times of the day, they continue supple, elastic and more and more adhesive. How is this brought about? By their very powers of absorption. The moisture of which the air is never deprived penetrates them slowly; it dilutes the thick contents of their tubes to the requisite degree and causes it to ooze through, as and when the earlier stick- iness decreases. What bird-catcher could vie with the Garden Spider in the art of laying lime-snares? And all this industry and cun- ning for the capture of a Moth I Then, too, what a passion for production! Knowing the diameter of the orb and the number of coils, we can easily calculate the total length of the sticky spiral. We find that, in one sitting, each time that she remakes her web, the Angular Epeira produces some 280 The Garden Spiders: The Lime-Snare twenty jTirds of gummy thread. The more skilful Silky Epeira produces thirty. Well, during two months, the Angular Epeira, my neighbour, renewed her snare nearly e\'ery evening. During that period, she manufac- tured something like three-quarters of a mile of this tubular thread, rolled into a tight twist and bulging with glue. I should like an anatomist endowed with better implements than mine and with less tired eyesight to explain to us the work of the marvellous rope-yani. How is the silky mat- ter moulded into a capillary tube? How is diis tube filled with glue and tightly twisted? And how does this same wire-mill also turn out plain threads, wrought first into a frame- work and then into muslin and satin; next, a russet foam, such as fills the wallet of the Banded Epeira; next, the black stripra stretdied in meridian curves on that same ■wallet? What a number of products to come from that curious factory, a Spider's belly! I behold the results, but fail to understand the working of the machine. I leave the problem to the masters of the microtome and the scalpel. CHAPTER XII THE GARDEN SPIDERS : THE TELEGRAPH-WIRE /^F the six Garden Spiders that form the ^^ object of my observations, two only, the Banded and the Silky Epeira, remain con- stantly in their webs, even imder the blinding rays of a fierce sim. The others, as a rule, do not show themselves until nightfall. At some distance from the net, they have a rough and ready retreat in the brambles, an ambush made of a few leaves held together by stretched threads. It is here that, for the most part, they remain in the daytime, motionless and sunk in meditation. But the shrill light that vexes them is the joy of the fields. At such times, the Locust hops more nimbly than ever, more gaily skims the Dragon-fly. Besides, the limy web, despite the rents suffered during the night, is still in serviceable condition. If some giddy-pate aUow himself to be caught, will the Spider, at the distance whereto she has retired, be unable to take advantage of the windfall? Never 282 Garden Spiders: The Telegraph- Wire fear. She arrives in a flash. How is she apprised ? Let us explain the matter. The alarm is given by the Wbration of the web, much more dian by the sight of the cap- tured object. A very simple experiment will pro\'e this. I lay upon a Banded Epeira's lime-threads a Locust that second asphyxiated with carbon disulphide. The carcass is placed in front, or behind, or at either side of the Spider, who sits moveless in the centre of the net. If the test is to be applied to a species with a daytime hiding-place amid the foliage, the dead Locust is laid on Ae web, more or le« near the centre, no matter how. In both cases, nothing happens at first. The Epeira remains in her motionless attitude, evoi when the morsel is at a short distance in front of her. She is indifferent to the presence of the game, does not seem to per- ceive It, so much so that she ends by wearing out my patience. Then, with a long straw, which enables me to conceal myself sli^tly, I set die dead insect trembling. That is quite enough. The Banded Epeira and the Silky Epeira hasten to the central floor; the others come down from the branch; aU go to the Locust, swathe him with tape, 2813 The Life of the Spider treat him, in short, as they would treat a live prey captured under normal conditions. It took the shaking of the web to decide them to attack. Perhaps the grey colour of the Locust is not sufficiendy conspicuous to attract attention by itself. Then let us try red, the brightest colour to our retina and probably also to the Spiders'. Xone of the game hunted by the Epeirae being clad in scarlet, I make a small bundle out of red wool, a bait of the size of a Locust. I glue it to the web. My stratagem succeds. As long as the parcel is stationary, the Spider is not roused; but, the moment it trembles, stirred by my straw, she runs up eagerly. There are silly ones who just touch the thing with their legs and, without further en- quiries, swathe it in silk after the manner of the usual game. They even go so far as to dig their fangs into the bait, following the rule of the preliminary poisoning. Then and then only the mistake is recognized and the tricked Spider retires and does not come back, unless it be long afterwards, when she flings the lumbersome object out of the web. There are also clever ones. Like the Garden Spiders: The Telegraph- Wire others, these hasten to the red-vroollen lure, which my straw insidiously keeps nio%-ing; they come from their tent among the leaves as readily as from the centre of the web; they explore it with their palpi and their legs; but, soon perceiving Aat the thing is valueless, they are careful not to spend their silk on useless bonds. My quivering bait does not deceive them. It is flung out after a brief inspection. Still, the clever ones, hke the silly ones, nm even from a distance, from their leafy am- bush. How do they know ? Certainly not by sight. Before recognizing their mistake, they have to hold the object between their legs and even to nibble at it a little. They are ex- tremely shortsighted. At a hand's-breadth's distance, the hfeless prey, unable to shake the web, remains unperceived. Besides, in many ca^s, the hunting takes place in the dense darkness of the night, when sight, even if it were good, would not avail. If the eyes are insufficient guides, even close at hand, how will it be when the prey has to be spied from afar! In that case, an inteUigoice-apparatus for long-distance woit becomes indispoisable. We have no difficulty in detecting the apparatus. 365 The Life of the Spider Let us look attentively behind the web of any Epeira with a daytime hiding-place: we shall see a thread that starts from the centre of the network, ascends in a slanting line out- side the plane of the web and ends at the am- bush where the Spider lurks all day. Except at the central point, there is no connection be- tween this thread and the rest of the work, no interweaving with the scaffolding-threads. Free of impediment, the line runs straight from the centre of the net to the ambush-tent. Its length averages twenty-two inches. The Angular Epeira, settled high up in the trees, has shown me some as long as eight or nine feet. There is no doubt that this slanting line is a foot-bridge which allows the Spider to re- pair hurriedly to the web, when summoned by urgent business, and then, when her round is finished, to return to her hut. In fact, it is the road which I see her follow, in going and coming. But is that all? No; for, if the Epeira had no aim in view but a means of rapid transit between her tent and the net, the foot-bridge would be fastened to the upper edge of the web. The journey would be shorter and the slope less steep. 286 Garden Spiders: The Telegraph- Wire Why, moreover, does this line always start in the centre of the sticky network and never elsewhere? Because that is the point where the spokes meet and, dierefore, the common centre of vibration. Anything that moves upon die web sets it shaking. All thai that is needed is a thread issuing from this central point to OMivey to a distance the news of a prey stru^ling in some part or other of the net The slanting cord, extending outside the plane of the web, is more than a foot-bridge : it is, above aU, a signalling-apparatus, a telegraph-wire. Let us try experiment. I place a Locust on the network. Caught in the stidcy toils, he plunges about. Forthwith, the Spider issues impetuously from her hut, comes down the foot-bridge, makes a rush for the Locust, wraps him up and operates on him according to rule. Soon after, she hoists him, fastened by a line to her spinneret, and drags him to her hiding-place, where a IcHig banquet will be held. So far, nothing new: things happen as usual. I leave Ae Spider to mind her own afFairs for scone daySy before I interfere with her. I again propose to give her a Locust; but, this The Life of the Spider time, I first cut the signalling-thread with a touch of the scissors, without shaking any part of the edifice. The game is then laid on the web. Complete success: the entangled insect struggles, sets the net quivering; the Spider, on her side, does not stir, as though heedless of events. The idea might occur to one that, Ln this business, the Epeira stays motionless in her cabin since she is prevented from hurrying down, because the foot-bridge is broken. Let us undeceive ourselves : for one road open to her there are a hundred, aU ready to bring her to the place where her presence is now re- quired. The network is fastened to the branches by a host of lines, all of them very easy to cross. Well, the Epeira embarks upon none of them, but remains moveless and self-absorbed. Why? Because her telegraph, being out of order, no longer tells her of the shaking of the web. The captured prey is too far off for her to see it; she is all unwitting. A good hour passes, with the Locust still kicking, the Spider impassive, myself watching. Nevertheless, in the end, the Epeira wakes up : no longer feel- ing the signalling-thread, broken by my 288 Garden Spiders: The Telegraph- Wire sdssors, as taut as usual under her legs, she comes to enquire into the state of things. The web is reached, widiout the least difficulty, by one of die lines of the framework, the first that offers. The Locust is then perceived and forthwith enswathed, after which the signal- ling-thread is remade, taking the place of the one which I have broken. Along this road the Spider goes home, dragging her prey behind her. My nei^bour, the mighty Angular Epeira, with her telegraph-wire nine feet long, has ev^en better things in store for me. One morn- ing, I find her web, which is now deserted, almost intact, a proof that the night's hunting has not been good. The animal must be hungry. With a piece of game for a bait, I hope to bring her down from her lofty retreat I entangle in the web a rare morsel, a Dragon-fly, who struggles desperately and sets the whole net a-shaking. The other, up above, leaves her lurking-place amid the cypress-folisige, strides swiftly down along her td^raph-wire, comes to the Dragon-fly, trusses her and at once climbs home again by the same road, with her prize dangling at her 2G^ The Life of the Spider heels by a thread. The final sacrifice will take place in the quiet of the leafy sanctuary. A few davb later, I renew my experiment under the same conditions, but, th:s time, I first cut the signalling-thread. In vain I select a large Dragon-fly, a very restless prisoner: in vain I exert my patience: the Spider does not come down all day. Her telegraph being broken, she receives no notice of what is hap- pening nine feet below. The entangled morsel remains where it lies, not despised, but un- known. At nightfall, the Epeira leaves her cabin, passes over the ruins of her web, finds the Dragon-fly and eats her on the spot, after which the net is renewed. One of the Epeirse whom I have had the opportunity of examining simplifies the system, while retaining the essential mechan- ism of a transmission-thread. This is the Crater Epeira {Epeira cratera, \Yalck.), a species seen in spring, at which time she indulges especially in the chase of the Domestic Bee, upon the flowering rosemaries. At the leafy end of a branch, she builds a sort of silken shell, the shape and size of an acorn- cup. This is where she sits, with her paunch contained in the round cavity and her fore- 290 Garden Spiders: The Telegraph- Wire legs resting on the ledge, ready to leap. The lazy creature loves this position and rarely stations herself head downwards on the web, as do the others. Cosily ensconced in the hollow of her cup, she awaits the approaching game. Her web, which is vertical, as is Ae rule among die Epeine, is of a fair size and always ven," near the bowl wherein the Spider takes her ease. Moreover, It touches the bowl by means of an angular e3ctension ; and the angle alwai.-s contains one spoke which the Epeira, seated, so to speak, in her crater, has con- stantly under her legs. This spoke, springing from the common focus of the %nbrations from all parts of the network, is eminently fitted to keep the Spider informed of whatsoever hap- pens. It has a double office : it forms part of the Catherine-wheel supporting the lime- threads and it warns the Epeira by its vibra- tions. A special thread is here superfluous. The other snarers, on the contrary, who occupy a distant retreat by day, cannot do without a private wire that keeps them in per- manent commimication with the deserted web. AH of them have one, in point of fact, but only when age comes, age prone to rest and to The Life of the Spider long slumbers. In their youth, the Epeirse, who are then very wide-awake, know nothing of the art of telegraphy. Besides, their web, a short-lived work whereof hardly a trace re- mains on the morrow, does not allow of this kind of industn,". It is no use going to the expense of a signalling-apparatus for a ruined snare wherein nothing can now be caught. Only the old Spiders, meditating or dozing in their green tent, are warned from afar, by telegraph, of what takes place on the web. To save herself from keeping a close watch that would degenerate into drudger}" and to remain alive to events even when resting, with her back turned on the net, the ambushed Spider always has her foot upon the telegraph- wire. Of my obser\-ations on this subject, let me relate the following, which will be suf- ficient for our purpose. An Angular Epeira, with a remarkably fine beUy, has spun her web between two laurestine-shrubs, covering a width of nearly a yard. The sun beats upon the snare, which is abandoned long before dawn. The Spider is in her day manor, a resort easily discovered by following the telegraph-wire. It is a vaulted chamber of dead leaves, joined to- 292 Garden Spiders: The Tdegraph-Wire gether with a few bits of silk. The refuge is deep : the Spider disappears in it entirely, all but her rounded hind-quarters, which bar the entrance to the donjon. With her front half plunged into the back of her hut, the Epeira certainly cannot see her web. Even if she had good sight, instead of being purblind, her position could not possibly allow her to keep the prey in view. Does she give up hunting during this period of bright sunlight? Not at all. Look again. Wonderful! One of her hind-legs is stretched outside the leafy cabin; and the signaUing-thread ends just at the tip of that leg. Whoso has not seen the Epeira in this attitude, with her hand, so to speak, on the telegraph-receiver, knows nothing of one of the most curious instances of animal clever- ness. Let any game appear upon the scene; and the slumberer, forthwith aroused by means of the 1^ receiving the vibrations, hastens up. A Locust whom I myself lay on the web pro- cures her this agreeable shoool revolves and, by its action, draws the wire through the narrow eyelet of a steel plate, making it of the fineness required, and, with the same movement, winds it round and round its collar. Even so with the Epeira's work. The Spider's front tarsi are the motor; the revolv- ing spool is the captured insect; the steel eyelet is the aperture of the spinnerets. To bind the subject with precision and dispatdi nothing could be better than this inexpensive and highly-effective method. Less frequently, a second process is em- 3Q3 The Life of the Spider ployed. With a quick movement, the Spider herself turns round about the motionless in- sect, crossing the web first at the top and then at the bottom and gradually placing the fasten- ings of her line. The great elasticity- of the lime-threads allows the Epeira to fling herself time after time right into the web and to pass through it vrithout: damaging the net. Let us now suppose the case of some danger- ous game : a Praying Mantis, for instance, brandishing her lethal limbs, each hooked and fitted with a double saw: an angry Hornet, darting her awful sting; a sturdy Beetle, invincible under his homy armour. These are exceptional morsels, hardly ever known to the EpeirsE. Will they be accepted, if supplied by my stratagems ? They are, but not without caution. The game is seen to be perilous of approach and the Spider turns her back upon it, instead of facing it: she trains her rope-cannon upon it. Quickly, the hind-legs draw from the spin- nerets something much better than single cords. The whole silk-battery works at one and the same time, firing a regular volley of ribbons and sheets, which a wide movement of the legs spreads fan-wise and flings over the 304 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hunting entangled prisoner. Guarding against sudden starts, the Epeira casts her armfuls of bands on the front- and hind-parts, over the legs and over the wings, here, there and ever^-where, extravagantly. The most fiery prey is promptly mastered imder this avalanche. In vain, the Mantis tries to open her saw-toothed arm-guards; in vain, the Hornet makes play with her dagger; in vain, the Beetle stiffens his legs and arches his back : a fresh wave of threads swoops down and paralyzes every effort. These la^-ished, far-flung ribbons threaten to exhaust the factory ; it would be much more economical to resort to the method of the spool; but, to turn the machine, the Spider would have to go up to it and work it with her leg. This is too risky; and hence the contin- ous spray of silk, at a safe distance. When all is used up, there is more to come. Still, the Epeira seems concerned at this excessive outlay. When circumstances permit, she gladly returns to the medianism of the revolving spool. I saw her practise this abrupt change of tactics on a big Beetle, with a smooth, plump body, which lent iteelf admirably to the rotary process. After de- 30s The Life of the Spider priving the beast of all power of movement, she went up to it and turned her corpulent victim as she would have done widi a mediurr^- sized Moth. But with the Praying Mantis, sticking out her long legs and her spreading wings, rotation is no longer feasible. Then, until the quarry is thoroughly subdued, the spray of bandages goes on continuously, even to the point of dry- ing up the silk-glands. A capture of this kind is ruinous. It is true that, except when I in- terfered, I have never seen the Spider tackle that formidable provender. Be it feeble or strong, the game is now neatly trussed, by one of the two methods. The next move never varies. The bound in- sect is bitten, without persistency and without any wound that shows. The Spider next retires and allows the bite to act, which it soon does. She then returns. If the victim be small, a Clothes-moth, for Instance, it is consumed on the spot, at the place where it was captured. But, for a prize of some importance, on which she hopes to feast for many an hour, sometimes for many a day, the Spider needs a sequestered dining- room, where there is naught to fear from the 306 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hvmting stiddness of the network. Before going to it, she first makes her prey turn in the converse direction to that of the original rotation. Her ohject is to free the nearest spokes, which supphed pivots for the machinery. They are essential factors which it behoves her to keep intact, if need be by sacrificing a few cross-bars. It is done; the twisted ends are put baA into position. The well-tru»ed game is at last removed from the web and fastened on behind with a thread. The Spider then marches in front and the load is trundled across the web and hoisted to the resting-floor, which is bodi an inspection-post and a dining- halL When the Spider is of a species that shuns the hght and possesses a telegraph-line, she mounts to her daytime hiding-place along this Une, with the game bumping against her heels. While she is refreshing herself, let us enquire into the effects of the litde bite pre- viously administered to the silk-swathed captive. Does the Spider kiU the patient with a view to avoiding unseasonable jerks, pro- tests so disagreeable at dinner-time? Several reasons make me doubt it. In the first place, 307 The Life of the Spider the attack is so much veiled as to have all the appearance of a mere kiss. Besides, it is made anj^where, at the first spot that offers. The expert slayers^ employ methods of the highest precision : they give a stab in the neck, or un- der the throat ; they wound the cervical nerve- centres, the seat of energy. The paralyzers, those accomplished anatomists, poison the motor nerve-centres, of which they know the number and position. The Epeira possesses none of this fearsome knowledge. She in- serts her fangs at random, as the Bee does her sting. She does not select one spot rather than another: she bites indifferently at what- ever comes within reach. This being so, her poison would have to possess unparalleled virulence to produce a corpse-like inertia no matter which the point attacked. I can scarcely believe in instantaneous death resulting from the bite, especially in the case of insects, with their highly-resistant organisms. Besides, is it really a corpse that the Epeira wants, she who feeds on blood much more -Cf. Insect Life, by J. H. Fabre, '.-T±ai\-±\ti by the author of Mademoiselle Mori: chap. v. — Translater's Note. 306 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hunting than on flesh? It were to her advantage to su(^ a live body, wherein the flow of the liquids, set in movemoit b^^ the ptilsadon of the dorsal vessel, that rudimentary heart of insects, must act more freely than in a life- less body, with its stagnant fluids. The game which the Spider means to suck dry might very well not be dead. This is easily ascertained. I place some Locusts of different species on the webs in my menagerie, one on this, another on diat. The Spider comes rushing up, binds the prey, nibbles at it gendy and withdraws, waiting for the bite to take effect, I then take die insect and carefully strip it of its silken shroud. The Locust is not dead, far from it ; one would even think that he had suffered no harm. I examine the released prisoner through the lens in vain ; I can see no trace of a wound. Can he be unscathed, in ^ite of the sort of kiss which I saw given to him just now ? You would be ready to say so, judging by the furious way in which he ^cJcs in my fingers. Xeverthde^ when put on the ground, he walks awkwardly, he seems reluctant to hop. Perhaps it is a temporary trouble, caused by 309 The Life of the Spider his terrible excitement in the web. It looks as though it would soon pass. I lodge my Locusts in cages, with a lettuce- leaf to console them for their trials; but they will not be comforted. A day elapses, fol- lowed by a second. Not one of them touches the leaf of salad; their appetite has disap- peared. Their movements become more uncertain, as though hampered by irresistible torpor. On the second day, they are dead, every one irrecoverably dead. The Epeira, therefore, does not Lnconti- nendy kill her prey with her delicate bite ; she poisons it so as to produce a gradual weak- ness, which gives the blood-sucker ample time to drain her victim, without the least risk. before the rigor mortis stops the flow of moisture. The meal lasts quite twenty-four hours, if the joint be large: and to the very end the butchered insect retains a remnant of life, a favourable condition for the exhausting of the juices. Once again, we see a skilful method of slaughter, very different from the tactics in use among the expert paralyzers or slayers. Here there is no display of anatomical science. L^nacquainted with the patient's structure, the 310 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hunting Spider stabs at random. The virulence of the poison does the rest. There are, however, some very few cases in which the bite is speedily mortal. IVIy notes mention an Angular Epeira grappling with the largest Dragon-fly in my district {^Eshaa grandis, Lin. ) . I myself had entangled in the web this head of big game, which is not often captured by the Epeirae. The net shakes violently, seems bound to break its moorings. The Spider rushes Jfrom her leafy villa, runs boldly up to the giantess, flings a single bundle of ropes at her and, without further precau- tions, grips her with her legs, tries to subdue her and then digs her fangs into the Dragon- fly's back. The bite is prolonged in such a way as to astonish me. This is not the per- functory kiss with which I am already familiar; it is a deep, determined woimd. After striking her blow, the Spider retires to a certain distance and waits for her poison to take effect. I at once remove the Dragon-fly. She is dead, really and truly dead. Laid upon my table and left alone for twenty-four hours, she makes not the slightest movement. A prick of which my lens cannot see the marks, 311 The Life of the Spider so sharp-pointed are the Epeiras weapons, was enough, with a little insistence, to kill the powerful animal Proportionately, the Rattlesnake, the Homed Viper, the Trigono- cephalus and other ill-famed serpents produce less paralyzing effects upon their victims. And these Epeirse, so terrible to insects, I am able to handle without any fear. My skin does not suit them. If I persuaded them to bite me, what would happen to me ? Hardly anything. We have more cause to dread the sting of a nettle than the dagger which is fatal to Dragon-flies. The same virus acts differently upon this organism and that, is formidable here and quite mild there. What kills the insect may easily be harmless to us. Let us not, however, generalize too far. The Xarbonne Lycosa, that other enthusiastic insect-huntress, would make us pay dearly if we attempted to take liberties with her. It is not uninteresting to watch the Epeira at dinner. I light upon one, the Banded Epeira, at the moment, about three o'clock in the afternoon, when she has captured a Locust. Planted in the centre of the web, on her resting-floor. she attacks the venison at the joint of a haunch. There is no movement, not 312 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hunting e\-en of the mouth-parts, as far as I am able to discover. The mouth lingers, dose-applied, at Ae point originally bitten. There are no intermittent mouthfuls, with the mandibles moving backwards and forwards. It is a sort of continuous kiss. I visit my Epeira at intervals. The mouth does not change its place. I \-isit her for the last time at nine o'clock in the evening. Matters stand exacdy as they did: after ax hours' consumption, die mouth is stiU sucking at the lower end of the right haunch. The fluid contents of the \nctim are transferred to the ogress' belly, I know not how. Next morning, the Spider is still at table. I take away her dish. Naught remains of the Locust but his skin, hardly altered in shape, but utterly drained and perforated in several places. TTie method, therefore, was changed during the night. To extract the non-fluent readue, the viscera and muscles, the stiff cuticle had to be tapped here, there and else- where, after which the tattered husk, placed bodily in die press of the mandibles, would have been chewed, rechewed and finally re- duced to a pill, which die sated Spider throws up. This would have been the end of the 313 The Life of the Spider victim, had I not taken it away before the time. Whether she wound or kill, the Epeira bites her captive somewhere or other, no matter where. This is an excellent method on her part, because of the variety of the game that comes her way. I see her accepting with equal readiness whatever chance may send her: Butterflies and Dragon-flies, Flies and Wasps, small Dung-beetles and Locusts. If I offer her a Mantis, a Bumble-bee, an Anoxia — the equivalent of the common Cockchafer — and other dishes probably unknown to her race, she accepts all and any, large and small, thin- skinned and homy-skinned, that which goes afoot and that which takes winged flight. She is omnivorous, she preys on everything, down to her own kind, should the occasion offer. Had she to operate according to individual structure, she would need an anatomical dic- tionar}-; and instinct is essentially unfamiliar with generalities : its knowledge is always con- fined to limited points. The Cerceres know their Weevils and their Buprestis-beetles abso- lutely; the Sphex their Grasshoppers, their Crickets and their Locusts; the Scoliz^ their ' The Scolia is a Digger-wasp, Uke the Cerceiis and 314 Garden Spiders: Pairing and Hunting Cetonia- and Oryctcs-grubs. Even so Ac other paralyzers. Each has her own victim and knows nothing of any of the others. "Hie same exclusive tastes pre\Tul among the slayers. Let us remember, in this connection, Philtinthtts aphorus^ and, especially, the Thomisus, the comely Spider who cuts Bees' throats. They understand the fatal blow, either in the netk or under the chin, a thing which the Epeira does not understand; but, just because of this talent, they are specialists. Their province is the Domestic Bee. Animals are a htde like ourselves: they excel in an art only on condition of special- izing in it. The Epeira, who, being omniv- orous, is obliged to generalize, abandons scientific methods and makes up for this by distilling a poison capable of producing torpor and even death, no matter what the point attadied. the Sphex. aad feeds her larvK on the grnbs of the Cewnia, or Rose-chafer, and the Ormes, or RhhsocercK Beede. Cf- Thg L-rr 3mJ Lorf iff J*' -'^'s^*"?. by T. Hoiri Fabre. transited br Alexander Tdxeiia de Mattos: diap. si — r'-JRi-.Jf^'r"^ _Vi^-v, translated by Bemaitl Miall: ciia?, xiiL, m which the laioe is giren, by a printei's error, as Pk£amiii%s «ri- 313 The Life of the Spider Recognizing the large variety of game, we wonder how the Epeira manages not to hesitate amid those many diverse forms, how, for instance, she passes from the Locust to the Butterfly, so different in appearance. To attribute to her as a guide an extensive zoo- logical knowledge were wildly in excess of what we may reasonably expect of her poor intelligence. The thing moves, therefore it is worth catching : this formula seems to sum up the Spider's wisdom. 316 CHAPTER XIV THE GAKDEN SPmERS: THE QUESTION OF PROPERTY A DOG has found a bone. He lies in the "* *• shade, holding it between his paws, and stucUes it fondly. It is his sacred property, his chattel. An Epeira has woven her web. Here again is property; and owning a better title Aan the other. Favoured by chance and assisted by his scent, the Dog has merely had a find ; he has neither worked nor paid for it. The Spider is more than a casual owner, she has created what is hers. Its substance issued from her body, its structure from her brain. If ever property was sacrosanct, hers is. Far higher stands the work of the weaver of ideas, who tissues a book, that other Spider's web, and out of his thought makes something that shall instruct or thrill us. To protect our IxMie,' we have the police, in- vented for the express purpose. To protect the bo(&, we have none but farcical means. Place a few bricks one atop the other; join 317 The Life of the Spider them with mortar; and the law will defend your walL Build up in writing an edifice of your thoughts ; and it will be open to any one, without serious impediment, to abstract stones from it, even to take the whole, if it suit him. A rabbit-hutch is property; the work of the mind is not. If the animal has eccentric views as regards the possessions of others, we have ours as well. 'Might always has the best of the argu- ment,' said La Fontaine, to the great scandal of the peace-lovers. The exigencies of verse, rhyme and rhythm, carried the worthy fabulist further than he intended: he meant to say that, in a fight between mastiffs and in other brute conflicts, the stronger is left master of the bone. He well knew that, as things go, success is no certificate of excellence. Others came, the notorious evil-doers of humanity, who made a law of the savage maxim that might is right. We are the larvae with the changing skins, the ugly caterpillars of a society that is slowly, very slowly, wending its way to the triumph of right over might. When will this sublime metamorphosis be accomplished? To free ourselves from those wild-beast brutalities, 318 Garden Spiders: Question of Property must we wait for the ocean-plains of the southern hemisphere to flow to our side, chang- ing the face of continents and renewing the glacial period of the Reindeer and the Mam- moth? Perhaps, so slow is moral progress. True, we have the bicycle, the motor-car, the dirigible airship and other mar\'ellous means of breaking our bones; but our mo- rality is not one rung the higher for it all. One would even say that, the farther we proceed in our conquest of matter, the more our morality recedes. The most advanced of our inventions consists in bringing men down with grapeshot and explosives with the swift- ness of the reaper mowing the com. Would we see this might triumphant in all its beauty? Let us spend a few weeks in the Epeira's company. She is the owner of a web, her work, her most lawful property. The question at once presents itself: does the Spider possibly recognize her fabric by certain trade-marks and distinguish it from that of her fellows? I bring about a change of webs between two neighbouring Banded Epeirse. No sooner is either placed upon the strange net than she makes for the central floor, settles herself 319 The Life of the Spider head downwards and does not stir from it, satisfied with her neighbour's web as with her own. Neither by day nor by night does she try to shift her quarters and restore matters to their pristine state. Both Spiders think themselves in their own domain. The two pieces of work are so much alike that I almost expected this. I then decide to affect an exchange of webs between two different species. I move the Banded Epeira to the net of the Silky Epeira and lice lersa. The two webs are now dis- similar; the Silky Epeira's has a limy spiral consisting of closer and more numerous circles. \^Tiat will the Spiders do, when thus put to the test of the unknown? One would think that, when one of them found meshes too wide for her under her feet, the other meshes too narrow, they would be frightened by this sud- den change and decamp in terror. Not at all. Without a sign of perturbation, they remain, plant themselves in the centre and await the coming of the game, as though nothing extraordinary had happened. They do more than this. Days pass and, as long as the un- familiar web Is not wrecked to the extent of being unserviceable, they make no attempt to 320 Garden Spiders: Question of Property weave another in their own style. The Spider, therefore, is incapable of recognizing her web. She takes anodier's work for hers, even when it is produced by a stranger to her race. We now come to the tragic side of this con- fusion. Wishing to have subjects for study within ray daily reach and to save m3^elf the trouble of casual excursions, I collect different Epeine whom I find in the course of my walks and estabUsh them on the shrubs in my enclosure. In this way, a rosemarj'-hedge, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, Is turned into a well-stocked menagerie. I take the Spiders from the paper bags wherein I had put them separately, to carry them, and place diem on the leaves, with no further precaution. It is for them to make themselves at home. As a rule, they do not budge all day from the place where I put them : they wait for night- fall before seeking a suitable site whereon to weave a net. Some among them show less patience. A litde while ago, they pjossessed a web, between the reeds of a brook or in the holm-oak copses; and now diey have none. They go off in search, to recover their property or seize on 321 The Life of the Spider some one else's : it is all the same to them. I come upon a Banded Epeira. newly im- ported, making for the web of a Silky Epeira who has been my guest for some days since. The owner is at her post, in the centre of the net. She awaits the stranger with seeming impassiveness. Then suddenly they grip each other; and a desperate fight begins. The Silky Epeira is worsted. The other swathes her in bonds, drags her to the non-limy central floor and, in the calmest fashion, eats her. The dead Spider is munched for twenty-four hours and drained to the last drop, when the corpse, a Trretthed. crumpled ball, is at last flung aside. The web so foully conquered be- comes the property of the strar.jer. who uses it, if it have not sulrered too much in the contest. There is here a shado-x- of an excuse. The two Spiders were of different species : and the struggle for life often leads to these exter- minations among such as are not akin. What would happen if the two belonged to the same species .' It is easily seen. I cannot relv upon spontaneous invasions, which may be rare under normal conditions, and I myself place a Banded Epeira on her kinswoman's web. A 322 Garden Spiders: Question of Property furious attack is made forthwith, ^^ctory, after hanging for a moment in the balance, is once again dedded in the stranger's fa- vour. The \'anquished party, this time a sister, is eaten without the slightest scruple. Her web becomes the property of the victor. TTiere it is, in all its horror, the right of might: to eat one's like and take away their goods. !Man did the same in days of old : he stripped and ate his fellows. We continue to rob one another, both as nations and as indi- viduals; but we no longer eat one another: the custom has grown obsolete since we dis- covered an acceptable substitute in the mutton- diop. Let us not. however, blacken the Spider beyond her deserts. She does not live by war- ring on her kith and kin; she does not of her own accord attempt the conquest of another's property. It needs extraordinary circum- stances to rouse her to these \-iIlaimes. I take her from her web and place her on another's. From that moment, she knows no distinction between meum and tuum: the thing which the leg touches at once becomes real estate. And the intruder, if she be the stronger, ends 523 The Life of the Spider by eating the occupier, a radical means of cutting short disputes. Apart from disturbances similiar to those which I provoke, disturbances that are possible in the everlasting conflict of events, the Spider, jealous of her own web, seems to respect the webs of others. She never in- dulges in brigandage against her fellows except when dispossessed of her net, especially in the daytime, for weaving is never done by day: this work is reserved for the night. When, however, she is deprived of her liveli- hood and feels herself the stronger, then she attacks her neighbour, rips her open, feeds on her and takes possession of her goods. Let us make allowances and proceed. We will now examine Spiders of more alien habits. The Banded and the Silky Epeira difier gready in form and colouring. The first has a plump, olive-shaped belly, richly belted with white, bright-yeUow and black; the second's abdomen is flat, of a silky white and pinked into festoons. Judging only by dress and figure, we should not think of closely connecting the two Spiders. But high above shapes tower tendencies, those main characteristics which our methods 324 Garden Spiders: Question of Property of das^fication, so particular about minute details of fonn, ought to consult more widely than they do. The two dissimilar Spiders have exactly similar wap of lixnng. Both of them prefer to hunt by day and never leave their webs ; both sign their work with a zigzag flourish. Their nets are almost identical, so much so that the Banded Epeira uses the Silky Epeira's web after eating its owner. The Silky Epeira, on her side, when she is the stronger, disfKJSsesses her belted cousin and devours her. Each is at home on the other's web, when the argument of might triumphant has ended the discussion. Let us next take the case of the Cross Spider, a hairy beast of x-arA^ng shades of reddidi-brown. She has three large white spots upon her back, forming a triple-barred cross. She hunts mostly at night, shuns the sun and lives by day on the adjacent shrubs, in a shadv retreat which communicates with the lime-snare by means of a telegraph-wire. Her web is ver\- similar in structure and ap- pearance to those of the two others. What will happen if I procure her the \-isit of a Banded Epeira ? The lady of the triple cross is invaded by 3^ The Life of the Spider day, in the full light of the sun, thanks to my mischievous intermediary. The web is de- serted; the proprietress is in her leafy hut. The telegraph-wire performs its ofl&ce; the Cross Spider hastens down, strides all round her property, beholds the danger and hurriedly returns to her hiding-place, with- out taking any measures against the in- truder. The latter, on her side, does not seem to be enjoying herself. Were she placed on the web of one of her sisters, or even on that of the Silky Epeira, she would have posted herself in the centre, as soon as the struggle had ended in the other's death. This time there is no struggle, for the web is deserted: nothing prevents her from taking her position in the centre, the chief strategic point; and yet she does not move from the place where I put her. I tickle her gently with the tip of a long straw. When at home, if teased in this way, the Banded Epeira — Uke the others, for that matter — ^v-Iolently shakes the web to intim- idate the aggressor. This time, nothing happens : despite my repeated enticements, the Spider does not stir a limb. It is as though 326 Garden Spiders: Question of Property she were numbed with terror. And she has reason to be : the other is watching her from her lofty loop-hole. This is probably not the only cause of her fright. When my straw does induce her to take a few steps, I see her lift her legs with some difficulty. She tugs a bit, drags her tarsi till she almost breaks the supporting threads. It is not the progress of an agile rope-walker; it is the hesitating gait of entangled feet. Perhaps the lime-threads are stickier than in her own web. The glue is of a different quality ; and her sandals are not greased to the extent which the new degree of adhesiveness would demand. Anyhow, things remain as they are for long hours on end : the Banded Epeira motionless on the edge of the web; the other lurking in her hut; both apparently most imeasy. At sunset, the lover of darkness plucks up courage. She descends from her green tent and, without troubling about the stranger, goes straight to the centre of the web, where the telegraph-wire brings her. Panic-stridcen at diis apparition, the Banded Epeira releases herself with a jerk and disappears in the rosemary-thidcet. 537 The Life of the Spider The experiment, though repeatedly re- newed with different subjects, gave me no other results. Distrustful of a web dissimilar to her own, if not in structure, at least in stick- iness, the bold Banded Epeira shows the white feather and refuses to attack the Cross Spider. The latter, on her side, either does not budge from her day shelter in the foliage, or else rushes back to it, after taking a hurried glance at the stranger. She here awaits the coming of the night. Under favour of the darkness, which gives her fresh courage and activit}', she reappears upon the scene and puts the intruder to flight by her mere presence, aided, if need be, by a cuff or two. Injured right is the victor. Morality is satisfied; but let us not con- gratulate the Spider therefore. If the invader respects the invaded, it is because very serious reasons impel her. First, she would have to contend with an adversary ensconced in a stronghold whose ambushes are unknown to the assailant. Secondly, the web, if con- quered, would be inconvenient to use, because of the lime-threads, possessing a different de- gree of stickiness from those which she knows so well. To risk one's skin for a thing of 328 Garden Spiders: Qu^tion of Property doubtful value were twice foolish. The Spider knows this and forbears. But let die Banded Epeira, deprived of her web, come upon that of one of her kind or of the Silky Epeira, who works her gummy twine in the same manner : then discretion is thrown to the winds ; the owner is fiercely ripped open and possession taken of the property. Mi^t is right, says the beast ; or, rather, it knows no right. The animal world is a rout of appetite acknowledging no other rein than impotence. Mankind, alone capable of emerging from the slough of the instincts, is bringing equity into being, is creating it slowly as its conception grows dearer. Out of the sacred rushlight, so flickering as yet, but gain- ing strength from age to age, man will make a flaming torch that wiU put an end, among us, to the principles of the brutes and one day, utterly change the face of sodety. 329 CHAPTER XV THE LABYRINTH SPIDER Y^THILE the Epeirae, with their gor- » » geous net-tapestries, are incomparable weavers, many other Spiders excel in ingenious devices for filling their stomachs and leaving a lineage behind them : the two primary laws of living things. Some of them are celebrities of long-standing renown, who are mentioned in all the books. Certain Mygales^ inhabit a burrow, like the Xarbonne Lycosa, but of a perfection un- known to the brutal Spider of the waste-lands. The Lycosa surrounds the mouth of her shaft with a simple parapet, a mere collection of tiny pebbles, sticks and silk; the others fix a movable door to theirs, a round shutter with a hinge, a groove and a set of bolts. When the Mygale comes home, the lid drops into the groove and fits so exactly that there is no possibility' of distinguishing the join. If the ' Or Bird Spiders, known also as the American Taran- tula. — Translator's Note. 330 The Labyrinth Spider aggressor persist and seek to raise the trap- door, the recluse pushes the bolt, that is to say, plants her claws into certain holes on the op- posite side to the hinge, props herself against the wall and holds the door firmly. Another, the Argyroneta, or Water Spider, builds herself an elegant silken diving-bell, in which she stores air. Thus supplied with the wherewithal to breathe, she awaits the com- ing of the game and keeps herself cool mean- while. At times of scorching heat, hers must be a regular sj^baritic abode, such as eccentric man has sometimes ventured to build under water, with mighty blocks of stone and marble. The submarine palaces of Tiberius are no more than an odious memory; the Water Spider's dainty cupola still flourishes. If I possessed documents derived from per- sonal observation, I should like to speak of these ingenious workers; I would gladly add a few unpublished facts to their life-history. But I must abandon the idea. The Water Spider is not found in my district. The Mygale, the expert in hinged doors, is found there, but very seldom. I saw one once, on Ae edge of a path skirting a copse. Oppor- tunity, as we know, is fleeting. TTie observer, 331 The Life of the Spider more than any other, is obliged to take it by the forelock. Preoccupied as I was with other researches, I but gave a glance at the mag- nificent subject which good fortune offered. The opportunity fled and has never returned. Let us make up for it with trivial things of frequent encounter, a condition favourable to consecutive study. \Miat is common is not necessarily unimportant. Give it our sus- tained attention and we shall discover in it merits which our former ignorance prevented us from seeing. When patiently entreated, the least of creatures adds its note to the har- monies of life. In the fields around, traversed, in these days, with a tired step, but still vigilantly explored, I find nothing so often as the Labyrinth Spider {Agelena lahyrinthica, Clerck.). Not a hedge but shelters a few at its foot, amid the grass, in quiet, sunny nooks. In the open country and especially in hiUy places laid bare by the woodman's axe, the favourite sites are tufts of bracken, rock- rose, lavender, everlasting and roseman,- cropped close by the teeth of the flocks. This is where I resort, as the isolation and kind- liness of the supports lend themselves to pro- 332 The Labyrinth Spider ceedings which might not be tolerated by the unfriendly hedge. Several times a week, in July, I go to study niY Spiders on the spot, at an early hour, before the sun beats fiercely on one's neck. The children accompany me, each pro\-ided with an orange wherewith to slake die thirst diat will not be slow in coming. They lend me their good eyes and supple limbs. The expedition promises to be fruitful. We soon discover high silk buildings, be- trayed at a distance by the glittering threads which the dawn has converted into dewy rosaries. The children are wonderstruck at those glorious chandeliers, so much so that they forget their oranges for a moment. Nor am I, on my part, indifferent. A splendid spectacle indeed is that of our Spider's laby- rinth, heavy with the tears of the night and lit up by the first rays of the sun. Accompanied as it is by the Thrushes' symphony, this alone is worth getting up for. Half an hour's heat: and the magic jewels disappear with the dew. Xow is the moment to inspect the webs. Here is one spreading its sheet over a large cluster of rock-roses; it is the size of a handkerchief. A profusion of The Life of the Spider guy-rof es, attached to any chance projection, moor it to the brushwood. There is not a twig but supplies a contact-point. Entwined on ever}- side, surrounded and surmounted, the bush disappears from view, veiled in white muslin. The web is flat at the edges, as far as the unevenness of the support permits, and gradu- ally hoUows into a crater, not unlike the bell of a hunting-horn. The central portion is a cone-shaped gulf, a funnel whose neck, narrowing by degrees, dives perpendicularly into the leafy thicket to a depth of eight or nine inches. At the entrance to the tube, in the gloom of that murderous alley, sits the Spider, who looks at us and betrays no great excitement at our presence. She is grey, modestly adorned on the thorax with two black ribbons and on the abdomen with two stripes in which white specks alternate with brown. At the tip of the belly, two small, mobile appendages form a sort of tail, a rather curious feature in a Spider. The crater-shaped web is not of the same structure throughout. At the borders, it is a gossamer weft of sparse threads; nearer the 334 The Labyrinth Spider centre, the texture becomes first fine muslin and then satin; lower stiU, on the narrower part of the opening, it is a network of roughly lozenged meshes. Lastly, the neck of the fimnel, the usual resting-place, is formed of solid silk. The Spider never ceases working at her carpet, which represents her investigation- platform. Every night she goes to it, walks over it, inspecting her snares, extending her domain and increasing it with new threads. The work is done with the silk constantly hanging from the spinnerets and constantly extracted as the animal moves about. The neck of the fuimel, being more often walked upon than the rest of the dwelling, is therefore provided with a thicker upholstery. Beyond it are the slopes of the crater, which are also much-frequented regions. Spokes of some regularity fix the diameter of the mouth; a swaying walk and the guiding aid of the caudal appendages have laid lozengy meshes across these spokes. This part has been strengthened by the nightly rounds of ins|>ec- tion. Lastlv come the less-visited expanses, which consequently have a thiimer carpet. At the bottom of the passage dipping into 335 The Life of the Spider the brushwood, we might expect to find a secret cabin, a wadded cell where the Spider would take refuge in her hours of leisure. The reality is something entirely differenL The long funnel-neck gapes at its lower end, where a private door stands always ajar, allowing the animal, when hard-pushed, to escape through the grass and gain the open. It is well to know this arrangement of the home, if you wish to capture the Spider with- out hurting her. When attacked from the front, the fugitive runs down and slips through the postern-gate at the bottom. To look for her by rummaging in the brushwood often leads to nothing, so swift is her flight; besides, a blind search entails a great risk of maiming her. Let us eschew violence, which is but seldom successful, and resort to craft. ^Ye catch sight of the Spider at the entrance to her tube. If practicable, squeeze the bottom of the tuft, containing the neck of the funnel, with both hands. That is enough; the animal is caught. Feeling its retreat cut off, it readily darts into the paper screw held out to it; if necessary, it can be stimulated with a bit of straw. In this way, I fill my 336 The Labyrinth Spider cages with subjects that have not been de- moralized by contusions. The surface of the crater is not exactly a snare. It is just possible for the casual pedes- trian to catch his legs in the silky carpets; but giddy-pates who come here for a walk must be very rare. What is wanted is a trap capable of securing the game that hops or flies. The Epeira has her treacherous limed net ; the Spider of the bushes has her no le^ treach- erous labyrinth. Look above the web. \\Tiat a forest of ropes ! It might be the rigging of a ship dis- abled by a storm. They run from every twig of the supporting shrubs, they are fastened to the tip of every branch. There are long ropes and short ropes, upright and slanting, straight and bent, taut and slack, all criss-cross and a-tangle, to the height of three feet or so in inestricable disorder. The whole forms a chaos of netting, a labyrinth which none can pass through, unless he be endowed with wings of exceptional power. We have here nothing similar to the lime- threads used by the Garden Spiders. Hie threads are not stidsy; they act only by their coafased multitude. Would you care to see 337 The Life of the Spicier the trap at work ? Throw a small Locust into the rigging. Unable to obtain a steady foot- hold on that shaky support, he flounders about; and the more he struggles the more he entangles his shackles. The Spider, spying on the threshold of her abyss, lets him have his way. She does not run up the shrouds of the mast-work to seize the desperate prisoner; she waits until his bonds of threads, twisted back- wards and forwards, make him fall on the web. He falls ; the other comes and flings herself upon her prostrate prey. The attack is not without danger. The Locust is demoralized rather than tied up; it is merely bits of broken thread that he is trailing from his legs. The bold assailant does not mind. Without troub- ling, like the Epeirse, to bury her capture un- der a paralyzing shroud, she feels it, to make sure of its qualitv", and then, regardless of kicks, inserts her fangs. The bite is usually given at the lower end of a haunch: not that this place is more vulner- able than any other thin-skinned part, but probably because it has a better flavour. The different webs which I inspect to study the food in the larder show me, among other 338 The Labyrinth Spider joints, various Flies and small Butterflies and carcasses of almost-untouched Locusts, all deprived of their hind-legs, or at least of one. Locusts' legs often dangle, emptied of their succulent contents, on the edges of the web, from the meat-hooks of the butcher's shop. In my urchin-days, days free from prejudices in r^ard to what one ate, I, like many others, was able to appreciate that dainty. It is the equivalent, on a very small scale, of the larger legs of the Crayfish. The riggmg-builder, therefore, to whom we have just thrown a Locust attacks the prey at the lower end of a thigh. The bite is a lingering one : once the Spider has planted her fangs, she does not let go. She drinks, she sips, she sucks. When this first point is drained, die passes on to others, to the second haimch in particular, imtil the prey becomes an empty hulk without losing its outline. We have seen that Garden Spiders feed in a similar way, bleeding their venison and drink- ing it instead of eating it. At last, however, in the comfortable post-prandial hours, they take up the drained morsel, chew it, rechew it and reduce it to a shapeless ball. It is a dessert for the teeth to toy with. The Laby- 339 The Life of the Spider rinth Spider knows nodiing of the diversions of the table; she flings the drained remnants out of her web, without chewing them. Although it lasts long, the meal is eaten in perfect safety. From the first bite, the Locust becomes a lifeless thing; the Spider's poison has settled him. The labyrinth is greatly inferior, as a work of art, to that advanced geometrical con- trivance, the Garden Spider's net ; and, in spite of its ingenuity, it does not give a favourable notion of its constructor. It is hardly more than a shapeless scaffolding, run up anyhow. And yet, like the others, the builder of this slovenly edifice must have her own principles of beauty and accuracy. As it is, the prettily- latticed mouth of the crater makes us suspect this; the nest, the mother's usual masterpiece, will prove it to the fuU. When laying-time is at hand, the Spider changes her residence ; she abandons her web in excellent condition; she does not return to it. Whoso will can take possession of the house. The hour has come to found the family-establishment. But where? The Spider knows right well; I am in the dark. Mornings are spent in fruitless searches. In 340 The Labyrinth Spider vain I ransack the bushes that carry the webs : I never find aught that reahzes my hopes. I leam the secret at last. I chance upon a web which, though deserted, is not yet dilapi- dated, proving that it has been but lately quitted. Instead of hunting in the brushwood whereon it rests, let us inspect the neighbour- hood, to a distance of a few paces. If these contain a low, thick cluster, the nest is there, hidden from the eye. It carries an authentic certificate of its origin, for the mother invari- ably occupies it. By this method of investigation, far from the labjrinth-trap, I become the owner of as many nests as are needed to satisfy my curi- osity. They do not by a long way come up to my idea of the maternal talent. They are clumsy bundles of dead leaves, roughly drawn together with silk threads. Under this rude covering is a pouch of fine texture containing the egg-casket, all in very bad condition, be- cause of the inevitable tears incurred in its extrication from the brushwood. Xo, I shall not be able to judge of the artist's capacity by these rags and tatters. The insect, in its buildings, has its own architectural rules, rules as unchangeable as 341 The Life of the Spider anatomical peculiarities. Each group builds according to the same set of principles, con- forming to the laws of a very elementary system of jesthetics; but often circumstances beyond the architect's control — the space at her disposal, the unevenness of the site, the nature of the material and other accidental causes — interfere with the worker's plans and disturb the structure. Then virtual regularity is translated into actual chaos; order degen- erates into disorder. We might discover an interesting subject of research in the type adopted by each species when the work is accomplished without hin- drances. The Banded Epeira weaves the wal- let of her eggs in the open, on a slim branch that does not get in her way; and her work is a superbly artistic jar. The Silky Epeira also has all the elbow-room she needs; and her paraboloid is not without elegance. Can the Labyrinth Spider, that other spinstress of ac- complished merit, be ignorant of the precepts of beaut}' when the time comes for her to weave a tent for her offspring? As yet, what I have seen of her work is but an unsighdy bundle. Is that all she can do ? I look for better things if circumstances 342 The Labyrinth Spider favour her. Toiling in the midst of a dense thicket, among a tangle of dead leaves and twigs, she may well produce a very inaccurate piece of wo A ; but compel her to labour when free from all impediment: she will then — I am convinced of it beforehand — apply her talents without constraint and show herself an adept in the building of graceful nests. As la3ring-time approaches, towards the middle of August, I instal half-a-dozen Laby- rinth Spiders in large wire-gauze cages, each standing in an earthen pan filled with sand. A sprig of thyme, planted in the centre, will furnish supports for the structure, together with die trellis-work of the top and sides. There is no other furniture, no dead leaves, whidi would spoil the shape of the nest if the mother were minded to employ them as a covering. By way of provision. Locusts, every day. They are readily accepted, provided they be tender and not too large. The experiment works perfectly. August is hardly over before I am in possession of six nests, magnificent in shape and of a dazzling whiteness. The latitude of the workshop has enabled the spinstress to follow the inspiration of her instinct without serious obstacles; and 343 The Life of the Spider the result is a masterpiece of symmetry and elegance, if we allow for a few angularities demanded by the suspension-points. It is an oval of exquisite white muslin, a diaphanous abode wherein the mother must make a long stay to watdi over the brood- The size is nearly that of a Hen's egg. The cabin is open at either end. The front- entrance broadens into a gallery; the back- entrance tapers mto a funnel-neti- I fail to see the object of this neck. As for the open- ing in front, which is wider, this is, beyond a doubt, a victuaUing-door. I see the Spider, at intervals, standing here on the look-out for the Locust, whom she consumes outside, taking care not to sod the spotless sanctuary with corpses. The structure of the nest is not without a certain similarity to that of the home oc- cupied during the hunting-season. The passage at the back represents the funnel^eck that ran almost down to the ground and afforded an oudet for flight in case of grave danger. The one in front, expanding into a mouth kept wide open by cords stretched back- wards and forward, recalls the yawning gulf into which the victims used to falL Every 344 The Labyrinth Spidar part of the old dwelling is repeated : even the labyrinth, though this, it is true, is on a much smaller scale. In front of the beU-shapcd mouth is a tangle of threads wherein the passers-by are caught. Each species, in this way, possesses a primary architectural model which is followed as a whole, in spite of altered conditions. The animal knows its trade dioroughly. but it does not know and will never know au^t else, being incapable of originality. Now this palace of silk, when all is said, is nodiing more than a guard-house. Behind the soft, milky opalescence of the wall glimmers the ^g-tabemade, with its form vaguely sug- gesting the star of some order of knighthood. It is a large pjocket, of a splendid dead-white, isolated on every side by radiating pillars whtdi keep it motionless in the centre of the tapestry. These pillars are about ten in num- ber and are slender in the middle, expanding at one end into a conical capital and at the other into a base of the same shape. They face one another and maik the position of the vaulted corridors which allow free movement in every direction aroimd the central chamber. The mother walks gravely to and fro under 343 The Life of the Spider the arches of her cloisters ; she stops first here, then there; she makes a lengthy auscultation of the egg-wallet; she listens to all that hap- pens inside the satin wrapper. To disturb her would be barbarous. For a closer examination, let us use the dilapidated nests which we brought from the fields. Apart from its pillars, the egg-^pocket is an inverted conoid, reminding us of tiie work of Ae SUky Epeira. Its material is rather stout; my pincers, p nlling at it, do not tear it without difficulty. Inside the bag there is nothing but an extremely fine, white wad- ding and, lastly, the eggs, numbering about a hundred and comparatively large, for they measure a millimetre and a half.^ They are very pale amber-yellow beads, whidi do not stick together and which roll freely as soon as I remove the swan's-down shroud. Let us put everything into a glass-tube to study the hatching. We wiQ now retrace our steps a little. When laying-time comes, the mother forsakes her dwelling, her crater into which her falling victims dropped, her labyrinth in which die flight of the Midges was cut short; she leaves * .050 inch. — Translator's Note. 346 The Labyrinth Spider intact the apparatus that enabled her to live at her ease. Thoughtful of her natural duties, she goes to found another estabhshment at a distance. Why at a distance ? She has stiU a few long months to live and she needs 'noiishment. Were it not better, then, to lodge the eggs in the immediate neighbourhood of the present home and to continue her hunting with the excellent snare at her disposal? The watching of the nest and the easy acquisition of provender would go hand in hand. The Spider is of another <^inion ; and I suspect the reason. The sheet-net and the labyrinth that sur- moimts it are objects visible from afar, owing to their whiteness and the height whereat they are placed. Their sdntilladon in the sun, in frequented paths, attracts Mosquitoes and Butterflies, like the lamps in our rooms and the fowler's looking-glass. Whoso comes to look at the bright thing too closely dies the victim of his curiosity. There is nothing better for playing upon the foUy of the passer-by, but also nothing more dangerous to the safety of the family. Harpies wiU not fail to come running at this signal, showing up against the green; 347 The Life of the Spider guided by the position of the web, they will assuredly find the precious purse; and a strange grub, feasting on a hundred new-laid eggs, will ruin the establishment. I do not know these enemies, not having sufficient materials at my disposal for a register of the parasites ; but, from indications gathered else- where, I suspect them. The Banded Epeira, trusting to the strength of her stuff, fixes her nest in the sight of aU, hangs it on the brushwood, taking no pre- cautions whatever to hide it. And a bad business it proves for her. Her jar provides me with an Ichneumon^ possessed of the inoc- ulating larding-pin: a Cryptus who, as a grub, had fed on Spiders' eggs. Nothing but empt)" shells was left inside the central keg; the germs were completely exterminated. There are other Ichneumon-flies, moreover, addicted to robbing Spiders' nests; a basket of fresh eggs is their offspring's regular food. Like any other, the Labyrinth Spider ^The Ichneumon-flies are very sma'.I ir.Eects which carry long oT.-ipo=itor5, wherewith they lav their eggs in the eggs of other insects and also, more especially, in caterpillars. Their parasitic lanas live and develop at the expense of the egg or grub attacked, which degen- erates in consequence. — Translator's Xote. 348 The Labyrinth Spider dreads the scoundrelly advent of the pick- wallet; she provides for it and, to shield her- self against it as far as possible, chooses a hiding-place outside her dwelling, far re- moved from the tell-tale web. When she feels her ovaries ripen, she shifts her quarters; she goes off at night to explore the neighbour- hood and seek a less dangerous refuge. The points selected are, by preference, the low brambles drawing along the ground, keeping their dense verdure during the winter and crammed with dead leaves from the oaks hard by. Rosemary-tufts, which gain in thickness what they lose in height on the unfostering Todk, suit her particularly. This is where I usually find her nest, not without long seeking, so well is it hidden. So far, there is no departure from current usage. As the world is full of creatures on the prowl for tender mouthfuls, every mother has her apprehensions; she also has her nat- ural wisdom, which advises her to establish her femily in secret places. Very few neglect this precaution ; each, in her own manner, con- ceals the eggs she lays. In the case of the Labyrinth Spider, the protection of die brood is complicated by 3«) The Life of the Spicier another condition. In the vast majority of instances, the eggs, once lodged in a favour- able spot, are abandoned to themselves, left to the chances of good or iU fortune. The Spider of the brush-wood, on the contrary, en- dowed with greater maternal devotion, has, like the Crab Spider, to mount guard over hers until they hatch. With a few threads and some small leaves joined together, the Crab Spider builds, above her lofty nest, a rudimentary watch- tower where she stays permanently, greatly emaciated, flattened into a sort of wrinkled sheU through the emptying of her ovaries and the total absence of food. And this mere shred, hardly more than a skin that persists in living without eating, stoutly defends her egg- sack, shows fight at the approach of any tramp. She does not make up her mind to die until the little ones are gone. The Labyrinth Spider is better treated. After laying her eggs, so far from becoming thin, she preserves an excellent appearance and a round belly. Moreover, she does not lose her appetite and is always prepared to bleed a Locust. She therefore requires a dwelling with a hunting-box close to the eggs 3SO The Labyrinth Spider watched over. We know this dweUing, buUt in strict accordance with artistic cannons un- der the shelter of my cages. Remember the magnificent oval guards room, running into a vestibule at either end; the egg-chamber slimg in the centre and isolated on every side by half a score of pillars; the front-hall expanding into a wide mouth and surmounted by a network of taut threads forming a trap. The semi-transpar- ency of the walls allows us to see the Spider engaged in her household affairs. Her cloister of vaulted passages enables her to pro- ceed to any point of the star-shaped pouch containing the eggs. Indefatigable in her rounds, she stops here and there; she fondly feels the satin, listens to the secrets of the wal- let. If I shake the net at any point with a straw, she quickly runs up to enquire what is happening. Will this vigilance frighten off the Ichneumon and other lovers of omelettes? Perhaps so. But, though this danger be averted, others will come when the modier is no longer there. Her attentive watch does not make her overlook her meals. One of the Locusts whereof I renew the supply at intervals in the 351 The Life of the Spider cages is caught in the cords of the great entrance-halL The Spider arrives hurriedly, snatches the giddy-pate and disjoints his shanks, which she empties of their contents, the best part of the insect. The remainder of the carcass is afterwards drained more or less, ac- cording to her appetite at the time. The meal is taken outside the guard-room, on the threshold, never indoors. These are not capricious mouthfuls, serv- ing to beguile the boredom of the watch for a brief while; they are substantial repasts, which require several sittings. Such an ap- petite astonishes me, after I have seen the Crab Spider, that no less ardent watcher, refuse the Bees whom I give her and allow herself to die of inanition. Can this other mother have so great a need as that to eat? Yes, certainly she has; and for an imperative reason. At the beginning of her work, she spent a large amount of silk, perhaps aU that her reserves contained ; for the double dwelling — for herself and for her offspring — is a huge edifice, exceedingly costly in materials : and yet, for nearly another month, I set her adding layer upon layer both to the wall of 352 The Labyrinth Spider the large cabin and to that of the central chamber, so much so that the texture, which at first was translucent gauze, becomes opaque satin. The walls never seem thick enough; the Spider is always working at them. To satisfy this lavish expenditure, she must inces- santly, by means of feeding, fill her silk-glands as and when she empties them by spinning. Food is the means wherebj' she keeps the inex- haustible factory going. A month passes; and, about the middle of September, the little ones hatch, but without leaving their tabernacle, where they are to spend the winter packed in soft wadding. The mother continues to watch and spin, lessening her activity from day to day. She recruits herself with a Locust at longer inter- vals; she sometimes scorns those whom I my- self entangle in her trap. This increasing abstemiousness, a sign of decrepitude, slackens and at last stops the work of the spinnerets. For four or five weeks longer, the mother never ceases her leisurely inspection-rounds, happy at hearing the new-bom Spiders swarm- ing in the waUet At length, when October ends, she clutches her offspring's nursery and dies withered. She has done all that maternal 333 The Life of the Spider devotion can do; the spedal providence of tiny animals will do the rest. When spring comes, the youngsters will emerge from their snug habitation, disperse aU over the neigh- hood by the expedient of the floating thread and weave their first attempts at a labyrinth on the tufts of thyme. Accurate in structure and neat in silk-work though they be, the nests of the caged captives do not tell us everything ; we must go back to what happens in the fields, with their com- plicated conditions. Towards the end of December, I again set out in search, aided by aU my youthful collaborators. We inspect the stunted rosemaries along the edge of a path sheltered by a rocky, wooded slope; we lift the branches that spread over the ground. Our zeal is rewarded with success. In a couple of hours, I am the owner of some nests. Pitiful pieces of work are they, injured beyond recognition by the assaults of tie weather! It needs the eyes of faith to see in these ruins the equivalent of the edifices built inside my cages. Fastened to the creeping branch, the unsightly bundle lies on the sand heaped up by the rains. Oak-leaves, roughly joined by a few threads, wrap it aU round. 354 The Labyrinth Spider One of these leaves, lai^r than the otfaeis, roofs it in and serves as a scaffolding for the whole of the ceiling. If we did not see the silky remnants of the two vestibules project- ing and feel a certain resistance when separat- ing the parts of the bundle, we might take the thing for a casual accumulation, the work of the rain and the wind. Let us examine our find and look more closely into its shapelessness. Here is the large room, the maternal cabin, which rips as the coating of leaves is removed ; here are the circular galleries of the guard-room ; here are die central chamber and its pillars, all in a fabric of immaculate white. The dirt from the damp ground has not penetrated to this dwelling protected by its wrapper of dead lea^^■es. Now open die habitation of the offspring. What is this? To my utter astonishment, the contents of the chamber are a kernel of earthy matters, as though the muddy rain-water had been allowed to soak through. Put aside that idea, says the satin wall, which itself is per- fecdy clean inside. It is most certainly the mother's doing, a deliberate piece of work, executed with minute care. The grains of 355 The Life of the Spider sand are stuck together with a cement of silk ; and the whole resists the pressure of the fingers. If we continue to unshell the kernel, we find, below this mineral layer, a last silken tunic that forms a globe around the brood. No sooner do we tear this final covering than the frightened little ones run away and scatter with an agility that is singular at this cold and torpid season. To sum up, when working in the natural state, the Labyrinth Spider builds around the eggs, between two sheets of satin, a wall com- posed of a great deal of sand and a little silk. To stop the Ichneumon" s probe and the teeth of the other ravages, the best thing that oc- curred to her was this hoarding which combines the hardness of flint with the softness of muslin. This means of defence seems to be pretty frequent among Spiders. Our own big House Spider, Tegenaria domestica, encloses her eggs in a globule strengthened with a rind of silk and of crumbly wreckage from the mortar of the walls. Other species, living in the open under stones, work in the same way. They wrap their eggs in a mineral shell held 356 The Labyrinth Spider together with silk. The same fears have in- spired the same protective methods. Then how comes it that, of the five mothers reared in my cages, not one has had recourse to the day rampart? After all, sand abounded: the pans in which the wire-gauze covers stood were full of it. On the other hand, under normal conditions, I have often come across nests without any mineral casing. These incomplete nests were placed at some height from the ground, in the thick of the brushwood; the others, on the contrary, those supplied with a coating of sand, lay on the ground. The method of the work explains these differences. The concrete of our buildings is obtained by the simultaneous manipulation of gravel and mortar. In the same way, the Spider mixes the cement of the silk with the grains of sand; the spinnerets never cease working, while the legs fling imder the ad- hesive spray the solid materials collected in the immediate neighbourhood. The opera- tion would be impossible if. after cementing each grain of sand, it were necessary to stop the work of the spinnerets and go to a distance to fetch further stony elements. TTiose 357 The Life of the Spider materials have to be right under her legs; otherwise the Spider does without and con- tinues her work just the same. In my cages, the sand is too far off. To obtain it, the Spider would have to leave the top of the dome, where the nest is being built on its trellis-work support; she would have to come down some nine inches. The worker refuses to take this trouble, which, if repeated in the case of each grain, would make the action of the spinnerets too irksome. She also refuses to do so when, for reasons which I have not fathomed, the site chosen is some way up in the tuft of rosemary. But, when the nest touches the ground, the clay rampart is never missing. Are we to see in this fact proof of an in- stinct capable of modification, either making for decadence and gradually neglecting what was the ancestors' safeguard, or making for progress and advancing, hesitatingly, towards perfection in the mason's art? Xo inference is permissible in either direction. The Laby- rinth Spider has simply taught us that instinct possesses resources which are employed or left latent according to the conditions of the mo- ment. Place sand under her legs and the 358 The Labyrinth Spider spinstress will knead concrete ; refuse her that sand, or put it out of her reach, and the Spider will remain a simple silk-worker, al- ways ready, however, to turn mason under favourable conditions. The aggregate of things that come within the observer's scope proves that it were mad to expect from her any further inno^'ations, such as would utterly change her methods of manufacture and cause her, for instance, to abandon her cabin, with its two entrance-halls and its star-like taber- nacle, in favour of the Banded Epeira's pear-shaped gourd. 359 CHAPTER X\l THE CLOTHO SPIDER CHE is named Durand's Clotho {Clotho *^ Durandi, La^tr.), in memory of him who first called attention to this particular Spider. To enter on eternity under the safe- conduct of a diminutive animal which saves us from speedy oblivion under the mallows and rockets is no contemptible advantage. Most men disappear without leaving an echo to repeat their name; they lie buried in forget- fulness, the worst of graves. Others, among the naturalists, benefit by the designation given to this or that object in life's treasure-house: it is the skiff wherein they keep afloat for a brief while. A patch of lichen on the bark of an old tree, a blade of grass, a puny beastie : any one of these hands down a man's name to posterity as effectively as a new comet. For all its abuses, this manner of honouring the departed is emi- nently respectable. If we would carve an epitaph of some duration, what could we find 36c The Clotho Spider better than a Beetle's wing-case, a SnaiF shell or a Spider's web? Granite is worth none of them. Entrusted to the hard stone, an inscrip- tion becomes obliterated; entrusted to a Butterfly's wing, it is indestructible. 'Du- rand,' therefore, by all means. But why drag in 'Clotho' ? Is it the whim of a nomendator, at a loss for words to denote the ever-swelling tide of beasts that require cataloguing? Not entirely. A mythological name came to his mind, one which sounded well and which, moreover, was not out of place in designating a spinstress. TTie Clotho of antiquity is the youngest of the three Fates; she holds the distaff whence our destinies are spun, a distaff wound with plenty of rough flodis, just a few shreds of silk and, very rarely, a thin strand of gold. Prettily shaped and clad, as far as a Spider can be, the Clotho of the naturalists is, above all, a highly talented spinstress ; and this is the reason why die is called after the distaff- beaiing deity of the infernal regions. It is a pity that the analogy extends no further. The mythological Clotho, niggardly with her silk and lavish with her coarse flocks, spins us a harsh existence; die eight-legged Clotho 361 The Life of the Spider uses naught but exquisite silk. She works for herself; the other works for us, who are hardly worth the trouble. Would we make her acquaintance ? On the rocky slopes in the oliveland, scorched and blistered by the sun, turn over the flat stones, those of a fair size ; search, above all, the piles which the shepherds set up for a seat whence to watch the sheep browsing amongst the lavender below. Do not be too easily dis- heartened: the Clotho is rare; not every spot suits her. If fortune smile at last upon our perseverance, we shall see, clinging to the lower surface of the stone which we have lifted, an edifice of a weatherbeaten aspect, shaped like an overturned cupola and about the size of half a tangerine orange. The out- side is encrusted or hung with small shells, particles of earth and, especially, dried insects. The edge of the cupola is scalloped into a dozen angular lobes, the points of which spread and are fixed to the stone. In between these straps is the same number of spacious inverted arches. The whole represents the IshmaeUte's camel-hair tent, but upside down. A flat roof, stretched between the straps, closes the top of the dwelling. 362 The Clotho Spider Then where is the entrance? All the arches of the edge open upon the roof; not one leads to the interior. The eve seeks in vain; there is naught to point to a passage between the inside and the outside. Yet the owner of the house must go out from time to time, were it only in search of food; on return- ing from her expedition, she must go in again. How does she make her exits and her en- trances ? A straw will tell us the secret. Pass it over the threshold of the various arches. Ever\-where, the searching straw en- counters resistance; everjTvhere, it finds the place rigorously closed. But one of the scallops, differing in no wise from the others in appearance, if cleverly coaxed, opens at the edge into two lipjs and stands slightly ajar. This is the door, which at once shuts again of its own elasticity. Nor is diis all : the Spider, when she returns home, often bolts herself in, that is to say. she joins and fastens the two leaves of the door with a little silk. The Mason Mygale is no safer in her burrow, with its lid imdistinguishable from the soil and moving on a hinge, than is the Clotho in her tent, which is inviolable by any enemy ignorant of the device. The Clotho, 3ider 369 The Life of the Spider now abandons the stalactites of sand, which were used to keep the original pocket stretched, and confines herself to dumping down on her abode any more or less hea\y object, mainly corpses of insects, because she need not look for these and finds them ready to hand after each meal. They are weights, not trophies ; they take the place of materials that must otherwise be collected from a dis- tance and hoisted to the top. In this way, a breastwork is obtained that strengthens and steadies the house. Additional equilibrium is often supplied by tiny shells and other objects hanging a long way down. What would happen if one robbed an old dwelling, long since completed, of its outer covering? In case of such a disaster, would the Spider go back to the sandy stalactites, as a ready means of restoring stability? This is easily ascertained. In my hamlets under wire, I select a fair-sized cabin. I strip the exterior, carefully removing any foreign body. The silk reappears in its original whiteness. The tent looks magnificent, but seems to me too limp. This is also the Spider's opinion. She sets to work, next evening, to put things right. 370 The Clotho Spider And how? Once more with hanging strings of sand. In a few nights, the silk bag bristles with a long, thick beard of stalactites, a curious piece of work, excellently adapted to maintain the web in an unvaried curve. Even so are the cables of a suspension-bridge steadied by the weight of the superstructure. Later, as the Spider goes on feeding, the remains of the victuals are embedded in the wall, the sand is shaken and gradually drops away and the home resumes its chamel-house appearance. Hiis brings us to the same con- clusion as before: the Clotho knows her statics; by means of additional weights, she is able to lower the centre of gravity and thus to give her dwelling the proper equiUbrium and capacity. Now what does she do in her softly-wadded heme? Nothing, that I know of. With a full stomadt, her l^s luxuriously stretched over the downy carpet, she does nothing, diinks of nothing; she listais to the soimd of earth revolving on its axis. It is not sleep, still less is it waking; it is a middle state where nao^t prevails save a dreamy consciousness of well-being. We ourselves, when comfort- ably in bed, aijoy, just before we fall asleep, 371 The Life of the Spider a few moments of bliss, the prelude to cessa- tion of thought and its train of worries; and those moments are among the sweetest in our lives. The Clotho seems to know similar moments and to make the most of them. If I push open the door of the cabin, in- variably I find the Spider lying motionless, as though in endless meditation. It needs the teasing of a straw to rouse her from her apathy. It needs the prick of hunger to bring her out of doors; and, as she Is extremely temperate, her appearances outside are few and far between. During three years of assiduous observation, in the privacy of my study, I have not once seen her explore the domain of the wire cage by day. Not until a late hour at night does she venture forth in quest of victuals; and it is hardly feasible to follow her on her excursions. Patience once enabled me to find her, at ten o'clock in the evening, taking the air on the flat roof of her house, where she was doubt- less waiting for the game to pass. Startled by the light of my candle, the lover of dark- ness at once returned indoors, refusing to reveal any of her secrets. Only, next day, there was one more corpse hanging from the Z12 The Clotho Spider wall of the cabin, a proof that the chase was successfully resumed after my depar- ture. The Clotho, who is not only nocturnal, but also excessively shy, conceals her habits from us; she shows us her works, those precious historical documents, but hides her actions, especially the laying, which I estimate ap- proximately to take place in October. The sum total of the eggs is divided into five or six small, flat, lentiform pockets, which, taken together, occupy the greater part of the maternal home. These capsules have each their own partition-wall of superb white satin, but they are so closely soldered, both to- gether and to the floor of the house, that it is impossible to part them without tearing them, impossible, therefore, to obtain them sep- arately. The eggs in all amount to about a hundred. The mother sits upon the heap of pockets with the same devotion as a brooding hen. Maternity has not withered her. Although decreased in bulk, she retains an excellent look of health; her round belly and her well- stretched skin tell us from the first that her part is not yet wholly played. 373 The Life of the Spider The hatching takes place early. November has not arrived before the pockets contain the young : wee things clad in black, with five yeUow specks, exacdy like their elders. The new-born do not leave their respective nur- series. Packed close together, they spend the whole of the wintry season there, while the mother, squatting on the pile of cells, watches over the general safety, without knowing her family other than by the gentle trepidations felt through the partitions of the tiny cham- bers. The Labyrinth Spider has shown us how she maintains a permanent sitting for two months in her guard-room, to defend, in case of need, the brood which she will never see. The Clotho does the same during eight months, thus earning the right to set eyes for a little while on her family trotting around her in the main cabin and to assist at the final exodus, the great journey undertaken at the end of a thread. When the summer heat arrives, in June, the young ones, probably aided by their mother, pierce the walls of their cells, leave the maternal tent, of which they know the secret outlet well, take the air on the threshold for a few hours and then fly away, carried to some 374 The Clotiio Spider distance by a funicular sroplane, the first product of their spinning-mill. The elder Clotho remains behind, careless of this emigration which leaves her alone. She is far from being faded ; indeed, she looks younger than ever. Her fresh colour, her robust appearance sugg«t great length of life, capable of producing a second family. On this subject I have but one document, a pretty far-reaching one, however. There were a few mothers whose actions I had the patience to watch, despite the wearisome minutiae of the rearing and the slowness of the result. These abandoned dieir dwellings after the departure of their yoimg; and each went to ^vea^-e a new one for herself on the wire net- work of the cage. They were rough-and-ready summaries, the work of a night. Two hangings, one above the other, the upper one flat, the lower con- ca^-e and ballasted with stalactites of grains of sand, formed the new home, which, strengthened daily by fresh layers, promised to become similar to the old one. Why does Ae Spider desert her former mansion, which is in no way dilapidated — far from it — and still exceedingly serviceable, as far as one can 373 The Life of the Spider judge ? Unless I am mistaken, I think I have an inkling of the reason. The old cabin, comfortably wadded though it be, possesses serious disadvantages : it is littered with the ruins of the children's nurseries. These ruins are so close-welded to the rest of the home that my forceps cannot extract them without difficulty ; and to remove them would be an exhausting business for the Clotho and possibly beyond her strength. It is a case of the resistance of Gordian knots, which not even the very spinstress who fastened them is capable of untying. The encumbering litter, therefore, will remain. If the Spider were to stay alone, the re- duction of space, when all is said, would hardly matter to her: she wants so little room, merely enough to move in ! Besides, when you have spent seven or eight months in the cramping presence of those bed-chambers, what can be the reason of a sudden need for greater space ? I see but one : the Spider re- quires a roomy habitation, not for herself — she is satisfied with the smallest den — but for a second family. Where is she to place the pockets of eggs, if the ruins of the previous laying remain in the way? A new brood 376 The Clotho Spider requires a new home. That, no doubt, is why, feeling that her ovaries are not yet dried up, the Spider shifts her quarters and founds a new establishment. The facts observed are confined to this diange of dwelling. I regret that other in- terests and the difficulties attendant upon a l(Hig upbringing did not allow me to pursue die qu^tion and definitely to settle the matter of the repeated layings and the longevity of the Clothe, as I did in fhzt of the Lycosa. Before taking leave of this Spider, let us glance at a curious problem which has already been set by the Lycosa's offspring. When carried for seven months on the mother's back, they keep in training as agile gymnasts with- out taking any nourishment. It is familiar exerdse for them, after a fall, which fre- quoitly occurs, to scramble up a leg of dieir mount and nimbly to resume tieir place in the saddle. They expend energy without receiv- ing any material sustenance. The sons of the Clotho, the LabyrinA Spider and many others confront us with the same riddle : they move, 3^t do not eat At any period of the nursery stage, even in the heart of winter, on die bleak days of January, 377 The Life of the Spider I tear the pockets of the one and the taber- nacle of the other, expecting to find the swarm of youngsters lying in a state of complete inertia, numbed by the cold and by lack of food. Well, the result is quite different. The instant their cells are broken open, the anchorites run out and flee in every direction as nimbly as at the best moments of their normal liberty. It is marvellous to see them scampering about. No brood of Partridges, stumbled upon by a Dog, scatters more promptly. Chicks, while still no more than tiny balls of yellow fluff, hasten up at the mother's call and scurry towards the plate of rice. Habit has made us indifferent to the spectacle of those pretty httle animal machines, which work so nimbly and with such precision; we pay no attention, so simple does it all appear to us. Science examines and looks at things differently. She says to herself : 'Nothing is made with nothing. The chick feeds itself; it consumes or rather it assimi- lates and turns the food into heat, which is converted into energy.' Were any one to tell us of a chick which, for seven or eight months on end, kept itself 378 The Clotho Spider in condition for running, always fit, always brisk, without taking the least beakful of nourishment from the day when it left the ^g, we could find no words strong enough to express our incredulity. Now this paradox of activity maintained without the stay of food is realized by the Clotho Spider and odiers. I beUeve I have made it sufficiendy dear that die 3^ung Lycosae take no food as long as they remain with their mother. Stricdy speaking, doubt is just admissible, for observa- tion is needs dumb as to what may happen earlier or later within the mysteries of the burrow. It seems possible that the repleted mother may there disgorge to her family a mite of the contents of her crop. To this suggestion the Qotho undertakes to make rq»ly. Lake the Lycosa, she lives with her family; but the Clotho is separated from them by die walls of the cells in which the little ones are hermetically enclosed. In this condition, the transmission of solid nourishment be- comes impossible. Should any one entertain a theory of nutritive humours cast up by the mother and filtering through the partitions at 379 The Life of the Spider which the prisoners might come and drink, the Labyrinth Spider would at once dispel the idea. She dies a few weeks after her young are hatched; and the children, still locked in their satin bed-chamber for the best part of the year, are none the less active. Can it be that they derive sustenance from the silken wrapper? Do they eat their house? The supposition is not absurd, for we have seen the Epeirje, before beginning a new web, swallow the ruins of the old. But the explanation cannot be accepted, as we learn from the Lycosa, whose family boasts no silky screen. In short, it is certain that the young, of whatever species, take absolutely no nourishment. Lasdy, we wonder whether they may possess within themselves reserves that come from the egg, fatty or other matters the gradual combustion of which would be trans- formed into mechanical force. If the ex- penditure of energy were of but short dura- tion, a few hours or a few days, we could gladly welcome this idea of a motor viaticum, the attribute of every creature bom into the world. The chick possesses It in a high degree : it is steady on its legs. It moves for a litde 380 The Clotho Spider while with the sole aid of the food wherewith the egg furnishes it; but soon, if the stomach is not kept supplied, the centre of energy becomes extinct and the bird dies. How would the chick fare if it were expected, for seven or eight months without stopping, to stand on its feet, to run about, to flee in the face of danger? ^^^^ere would it stow the necessary reserves for such an amount of woik? The little Spider, in her turn, is a minute particle of no size at all. Where could she store enough fuel to keep up mobility dur- ing so long a period? The imagination shrinks in dismay before the thought of an atom endowed with exhaustible motive oils. We must needs, therefore, appeal to the immaterial, in particular to heat-rai^ coming from the outside and converted into move- ment by the organism. This is nutrition of energy reduced to its simplest expression : the motive heat, instead of being extracted from the food, is utilized direct, as supplied by the sun, which is the seat of all life. Inert matter has disconcerting secrets, as witness radium; living matter has secrets of its own, which are 38i The Life of the Spider more wonderful still. Nodiing tells us that science will not one day turn the suspicion sug- gested by the Spider into an established truth and a fundamental theory of physiology. 382 APPENDIX THE GEOMETRY OF THE EPEIRA'S WEB T FIND myself confronted with a subject ■*■ which is not only hi^ily interesting, but somewhat difficult: not that the subject is obscure; but it presupposes in the reader a certain knowledge of geometry: a strong meat too often n^lected. I am not ad- dressing geometricians, who are generally indifEerent to questions of instinct, nor entomcK Ic^cal collectors, who, as sudi, take no interest in mathematical theorems; I write for any one with sufficient intelligence to enjoy the lessons whidi the insect teaches. What am I to do? To suppress tlus chapter were to leave out the most remarkable instance of Spider industry; to treat it as it should be treated, that is to say, wiA the whole armoury of scientific formulae, would be out of place in these modest pages. Let us take a middle course, avoiding both abstruse trudis and complete ignorance. Let us direct our attention to the nets of 3^ The Life of the Spider the Epeirse, preferably to those of the Silky Epeira and the Banded Epeira, so plentiful in the autumn, in my part of the country, and so remarkable for their bulk. We shall first observe that the radii are equally spaced; the angles formed by each consecutive pair are of perceptibly equal value; and this in spite of their number, which in the case of the SiUcy Epeira exceeds two score. We know by what strange means the Spider attains her ends and divides the area wherein the web is to be warped into a large number of equal sectors, a number which is almost invariable in the work of each species. An operation without method, governed, one might imagine, by an irresponsible whim, results in a beautiful rose- window worthy of our compasses. We shall also notice that, in each sector, the various chords, the elements of the spiral windings, are parallel to one another and gradually draw closer together as they near the centre. With the two radiating lines that frame them they form obtuse angles on one side and acute angles on the other; and these angles remain constant in the same sector, because the chords are parallel. There is more than this : these same angles, 384 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web the obtuse as well as the acute, do not alter in value, from one sector to another, at any rate so far as the conscientious eye can judge. Taken as a whole, therefore, the rope-latticed edifice consists of a series of cross-bars inter- secting the several radiating lines obliquely at angles of equal value. . By this characteristic we recognize the 'logarithmic spiral.' Geometricians give this name to the curve which intersects obliquely, at angles of unvarying \-alue, all the straight lines or 'radii vectores' radiating from a centre called the 'pole.' The Epeira's con- struction, therefore, is a series of chords join- ing the intersections of a logarithmic spiral with a scries of radii. It would become merged in this spiral if the number of radii were infinite, for this would reduce the length of the rectilinear elements indefinitely and diange this polygonal line into a curve. To suggest an explanation why this spiral has so greatly exercised the meditations of science, let us confine ourselves for the present to a few statements of which the reader will find the proof in any treatise on hi^er geometry. The logarithmic spiral describes an endless 385 The Life of the Spider number of circuits around its pole, to which it constandy draws nearer without ever being able to reach it. This central point is inde- finitely inaccessible at each approaching turn. It is obvious that this property is beyond our sensory scope. Even with the help of the best philosophical instruments, our sight could not follow its interminable windings and woujd soon abandon the attempt to divide the in- visible. It is a volute to which the brain con- ceives no limits. The trained mind, alone, more discerning than our retina, sees clearly that which defies the perceptive faculties of the eye. The Epeira complies to the best of her abilit\- with this law of the endless volute. The spiral revolutions come closer together as they approach the pole. At a given distance, they stop abrupdy; but, at this point, the auxiliary spiral, which is not destroyed in the central region, takes up the thread; and w* see it, not without some surprise, draw nearer to the pole in ever-narrowing and scarcely perceptible circles. There is not, of course, absolute mathematical accuracy, but a very close approximation to that accuracy. The Epeira winds nearer and nearer round her pole so far as her equipment, which like our 386 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web own, is defective, will allow her. One would believe her to be thoroughly versed in the laws of the spiral. I will continue to set forth, without ex- planations, some of the properties of this curious curve. Kcture a flexible thread wound round a logarithmic spiral. If we then un- Amd it, keeping it taut the while, its free extremity will describe a spiral similar at all points to the original. The cur\-e wiU merely have changed places. Jacques Bemouilli,* to whom geometry owes this magnificent theorem, had engraved on his tomb, as one of his proudest titles to fame, the generating spiral and its double, begotten of the unwinding of the thread. An inscription proclaimed, 'Eadcm mutata resurgo: I rise again like unto myself.' Geometry- would find it difficult to better this ^lendid flight of fancy towards the great problem of the hereafter. There is another geometrical epitaph no less famous. Cicero, when quaestor in Sicily, "Tactjuw Bemomlli (t 654-1 "^5^- pnjfe^sor of mathe- matics at the Unh-ersity of B?.sd from 1687 to the >-ear of his death. He iinproved the differential calcalns, solved the isoperimetrical problen and discovered Ae pnjfteities of the logaiiUMnic spiral — Trauslatof's Not*. 387 The Life of the Spider searching for the tomb of Archimedes amid the thorns and brambles that cover us with oblivion, recognized it, among the ruins, by the geometrical figure engraved upon the stone: the cylinder circumscribing the sphere. Archimedes, in fact, was the first to know the approximate relation of circumference to diameter; from it he deduced the perimeter and surface of the circle, as well as the surface and volume of the sphere. He showed that the surface and volume of the last-named equal two-thirds of the surface and volume of the circumscribing cylinder. Disdaining all pompous inscription, the learned Syracusan honoured himself with his theorem as his sole epitaph. The geometrical figure proclaimed the individual's name as plainly as would any alphabetical characters. To have done with this part of our subject, here is another property of the logarithmic spiral. RoU the curve along an indefinite straight line. Its pole will become displaced while still keeping on one straight line. The endless scroll leads to rectilinear progression ; the perpetually varied begets uniformitv. Now is this logarithmic spiral, with its curious properties, merely a conception of the 388 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web geometers, combining number and extent, at will, so as to imagine a tenebrous abyss where- in to practise their analytical methods after- wards? Is it a mere dream in the night of die intricate, an abstract riddle flung out for our understanding to browse upon? No, it is a reality in the service of life, a method of construction frequently employed in animal architecture. The Mollusc, in particular, never rolls the winding ramp of the shell without reference to the scientific curve. The first-bom of tiie species knew it and pat it into practice; it was as perfect in the da.wn of creation as it can be to-day. Let us study, in this connection, the Am- monites, those venerable rehcs of what was once Ae highest expression of living things, at the time when die solid land was taking shap>e from the oceanic ooze. Cut and ptolished lengthwise, die fossil shows a magnificent logaridimic spiral, the general pattern of the dwelling which was a pearl palace, with nu- merous diambers traversed by a siphimcular corridor. To this day, die last representative of the Cephalopoda with partitioned shells, the NautiliK of the Southern Seas, remains fiuth. The Life of the Spider ful to the ancient design ; it has not improved upon its distant predecessors. It has altered the position of the siphuncle, has placed it in the centre instead of leaving it on the back, but it still whirls its spiral logarithmically as did the Ammonites in the earliest ages of the world's existence. And let us not run away with the idea that these princes of the Mollusc tribe have a monopoly of the scientific curve. In the stagnant waters of our grassy ditches, the flat shells, the humble Planorbes, sometimes no bigger than a duckweed, vie with the Ammo- nite and the Nautilus in matters of higher geometry. At least one of them, Planorbis lortex, for example, is a marvel of logarith- mic whorls. In the long-shaped shells, the structure becomes more complex, though remaining subject to the same fimdamental laws. I have before my eyes some species of the genus Terebra, from Xew Caledonia. They are ex- tremely tapering cones, attaining almost nine inches in length. Their surface is smooth and quite plain, without any of the usual orna- ments, such as furrows, knots or strings of pearls. The spiral edifice is superb, graced 390 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web with its own simpKdty alone. I covint a score of whorls whidi gradually decrease until they vanish in the delicate point. They are edged vntb. a fine groove. I take a pencil and draw a rough generat- ing line to this cone ; and, relying merely on the evidence of my eyes, which are more or less practised in geometric measurements, I find diat the spiral groove intersects this gen- erating line at an angle of imvarying value. The consequence of this result is easily deduced. If projected on a plane perpendic- ular to the axis of the shell, the generating lines of the cone would become radii ; and the groove which winds upwards from the base to the apex would be converted into a plane curve whidi, meeting those radii at an unvary- ing angle, would be neither more nor less than a logarithmic spiral. Conversely, the groove of the shell may be considered as the projec- tion of this spiral on a conic surface. Better stiU. Let us imagine a plane per- pendicular to the axis of the shell and passing through its summit. Let us imagine, more- over, a thread wound along the spiral groove. Let us unroll the thread, holding it taut as we do so. Its extremity will not leave the plane The Life of the Spider and will describe a logarithmic spiral widiin it. It is, in a more complicated degree, a variant of Bemouilli's 'Eadem mutata resurge^ the logarithmic conic curve becomes a logarithmic plane curve. A similar geometry is found in the other shells with elongated cones, Turritella, Spindle-sheUs, Cerithia, as weU as in the shells with flattened cones, Trochidse, Turbines. The spherical shells, those whirled into a volute, are no exception to this rule. All, down to the common Snail-shell, are con- structed according to logarithmic laws. The famous spiral of the geometers is the general plan followed by the Mollusc rolling Its stone sheath. Where do these glairy creatures pick up this science? We are told that the Mollusc derives from the Worm. One day, the Worm, rendered frisky by the sun, emanci- pated itself, brandished its tail and twisted it into a corkscrew for sheer glee. There and then the plan of the future spiral shell was discovered. This is what is taught quite seriously, in these days, as the very last word in scientific progress. It remains to be seen up to what 393 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web point the explanation is acceptable. The Spider, for her part, will have none of it. Un- related to the appendix-lacking, corkscrew- twirling Worm, she is nevertheless familiar with the logarithmic spiraL From the cele- brated curve she obtsuns merely a sort of framework; but, elementary though this framework be, it clearly marks the ideal ethfice. The Epeira works on the same prin- ciples as the Mollusc of the convoluted shell. TTie Mollusc has years wherein to construct its spiral and it uses the utmost finish in the whirling process. The Epeira, to spread her net, has but an hour's sitting at the most, wherefore the speed at which she woiis com- pels her to rest content with a simpler pro- duction. She shortens the task by confining herself to a skeleton of the curve which the other describes to f>erf ecrion. Hie Epdra, therefore, is versed in the geo- metric secrets of the Ammonite and the NautUus pomfiJus; dbe uses, in a simpler form, the logarithmic line dear to the Snail. WTiat guides her? There is no appeal here to a wriggle of some Idnd, as in the case of the Worm that ambitiously aspires to become a Mollusc. The animal must needs carry within 3Ba The Life of the Spider itself a virtual diagram of its spiral. Acci- dent, however fruitful in surprises we may presume it to be, can never have taught it the higher geometry wherein our own intelligence at once goes astray, without a strict prelimi- nar}' training. Are we to recognize a mere effect of organic structure in the Epeira's art? We readily think of the legs, which, endowed with a very varying power of extension, might serve as compasses. More or less bent, more or less outstretched, they would mechanically determine the angle whereat the spiral shall intersect the radius ; the\- would maintain the parallel of the chords in each sector. Certain objections arise to affirm that, in this instance, the tool is not the sole regulator of the work. Were the arrangraent of the thread determined by the length of the legs, we should find the spiral volutes separated more widely from one another in proportion to the greater length of implement in the spinstress. "We see this in the Banded Epeira and the Silky Epeira. The first has longer limbs and spaces her cross-threads more liberally than does the second, whose legs are shorter. 394 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web But we must not rely too mudi on this rule, say others. TTie Angular Epeira, the Pale- tinted Epeira and the Diadem Epeira, or Cross Spider, aU three more or less short- limbed, rival the Banded Epeira in the spac- ing of their lime-snares. The last two even dispose them with greater Intervening distances. We recognize in another respect that the organization of the animal does not imply an unmutable type of work. Before beginning the stidcy spiral, the Epeirae first spin an auxiliary intended to strengthen the stays. This spiral, formed of plain, non-glutinous thread, starts from the centre and winds in rapidly-widening circles to the circumference. It is merely a temporary construction, where- of nau^t but the central part survives when Ae Spider has set its limy meshes. The second spiral, the essential part of the snare, proceeds, on the contrary, in serried coils from the circumference to the centre and is com- posed oitirely of viscous cross-threads. Here we have, following one upon the other, by a sadden alteration of the machine, two volutes of an entirely different order as regards direction, the number of whorls and 38S The Life of the Spider the angle of intersection. Both of them are logarithmic spirals. I see no mechanism of the legs, be the} long or short, that can ac- count for this alteration. Can it then be a premeditated design on the part of the Epeira ? Can there be calcula- tion, measurement of angles, gauging of the parallel by means of the eye or otherwise? I am inchned to think that there is none of all this, or at least nothing but an innate pro- pensity, whose effects the animal is no more able to control than the flower is able to con- trol the arrangement of its verticils. The Epeira practises higher geometry without knowing or caring. The thing works of itself and takes its impetus from an instinct im- posed upon creation from the start The stone thrown by the hand returns to earth describing a certain cur\'e; the dead leaf torn and wafted away by a breath of wind makes its journey from the tree to the ground with a similar cur\-e. On neither the one side nor the other is there any action by the mov- ing body to regulate the fall ; nevertheless, the descent takes place according to a scientific trajector\ , the 'parabola,' of which the section of a cone by a plane furnished the prototype 396 The Geometry of the Epeira's Web to the geometer's speculatieira, 331, 238, 244, 2^a66, ;^8i>-^i, a86, a89-29a ^292-301, 3U-313. 395 Anoxia, 174. 314 AntboiJiagas, 17 Archimedes, 3t8S Argyroneta (see Water Spider) AsidiC 3fe B Ba^ivi. (Swgio, 48. 55.5S Baker. W. S, Graff, 37 Banded E^teira, 78-10*- 173^ 178, 19O-I9I, 3Q2-210, aig. 233- -227- «3i, asS, 244, 254, 358-^9> 266, 272-^5, 301-316, 3ao- 3a!>. 342, 348. 3813^400 Bee (see Bnmble-bee, Car- peanter-bee. Domestic B*e, }I:isaa4?ee) Beetle, a 74, 304-306, 361 Bemouilli Jacques, ^7, 392 Bird Spider (sec Mygale) Black-bellied Tarantula (i<-t- Xarbonne Ly- cosa) Blue-bottle, iS-jjo Bombus (sfc Bumble-bee) Bnnible-bee. 57-64, 314 Bunting, 23S Bnprestis, 71. 314 Butterfly, 314, 316, 339, 347 Carpoiter-bee, 65-68, 70 CaterpiDar. 8, 76, 3^ » Centipede, 365 Cephalopoda, 389 Cerceris, 17, 67, 72, 314 Ceridiia, 392 Cetonia. 19, 31S Cbaffinch, 219, 228-229 Chick. 26, 157. 376-381 Gcada, 75, 144, 257 Gcero, 3^ CigaU (sec CScada) Qothes-motfa, 306 Clotho Daramdi (see Qotho Spider) Qotho Spider, 27. 33, 360- 3S2 Cockchafer, 314 Claris, 138-159 401 Index Crab Spider, 105-108, 213- 227, 315, 35°, 352 Crater Epeira, 231, 290-291 Crested Lark, 227 Cricket, 17, 142, 146-147, 14a 24s, 314 Cross Spider, 27, 177-184, 191-202, 325-328, 395 Cryptus (.see Ichneumon- fly) Epeira diadema (_see Cross Spider) Epeira fasciata (see Banded Epeira) Epeira pallida (see Pale- tinted Epeira) Epeira sericea (see Silky Epeira) Eamenes, 17 D Debassaire (see Penduline Titmouse) Diadem Epeira (see Cross Spider) Dog, 317, 378 Domestic Bee, 20, 59, 62, 105, 214-216, 218, 223, 315. 352 Dragon-fly, 80, 136, 139, 282, 289-290, 294-295, 311-312,314 Dufour, Leon, 40, 42-52. 56 Dung-beetle, 11. 14, 71,314 Durand, 361-362. Earth-worm, 144, 392-394, 400 Empusa. ig Ephippigera, 69, 77 Epeira (see Garden Spider) Epeira angulata (see --An- gular Epeira) Epeira cratera (see Crater Epeira) Fabre, J. Henri, 7-37 Fabre, Paul, 195 Field Cricket (see Cricket) Fly. 8, 141, 302-304, 314, 339 G Garden Spider, 27, 60, 108, 117, 127- 129. 177-184, 228-329, 227, 340, 380, 383-400 Geotrupe, 11 Gnat, 2, 34, 173. 246, 267 Goldfinch, 219, 276-277 Grasshopper. 28, 59. 69, 74. 80, 84, 245. 314 Great Peacock Moth, 28, Greenfinch. 228 H Hairy Ammophila, 17, 67, 76-77 Hen, 107-108, 157 Horned Viper, 312 Hornet, 304-305 House Spider, 267-271, 356, 367 402 Index Ichnenmon-fly, 3^ 351 Inlas,366 Labsrinth Spider, 330-339 La Fontaine. Jean, 318 Langdale, Marmadnke, 37 Langfaedocian Scorpion, 3a33 Lansnedodan Sphex, 17, 67,. 76-77, 314 Lark (i<-<" Crested Lark) Leaf-cntter (see Mega- chile) Leucospis, 17 Linnet, 22S Locnst 19, 69, 82-S5, 121, I39< 17-4- 282-284, 287- 289, 294-293, 309-310, 312-314, 316, 338-540 Lycosa narboBKCHsis {see Narbonne Lycosa) M Madi-maiseUf Mori, Au- thor of, 36, i;6 H. 308 H Maeterlinds, Manrioe, 37 Malmignatte, 40-41 ^Mammoth, 319 MaHtis religii^sa (see Praying Mantis) Mason-bee, 8. 17, 99 Mason M\^ale {see My- gale) Megachile, 8^ 20-23 Miall, Bernard, 36, 85 », ^,. 297 H, 315 H Michelet, Jules, 125-126 Midge, 227, 346 ilutotaurus typlunu, 14- ■.r- *5, 33 Mistral, Frederic, 7 h Mole, 74-75 Mosquito, 347 Moth, 249-250, 262, 266, 301-304, 306 Mygale, 330-332, 363 N Narbonne Lycosa, 33, 39- 77, 105-186, Z2I-222, ., 312, 330, 377. 379-382 yautuus pompUus, 389- 390, 393 Oil-beede, 20 Opatra, 365 Opossum, 130 Ortolan, 228 Oryctes, 315 Osmia, jS PjrhytU»s cinaresceKS, 17 Pale-tinted Eperia, 123-124, ^31. 395 Partridge, 3;* Pelopsens, 100 Pendnline Titmouse, 100- 104 Pentatomida, 23-25 PkUamthms apivoms, 315 403 Index Planorbis vortex, 390 Praying Mantis, 19, 2g, 85- 87, 304-306, 314 Processionary of the Pine, 15-16, 269-270 Pupa cinerea, 366-367 Pupa quadridens, 366-367 R Rattlesnake, 312 Reduvius personatus, 24- 25 Reindeer, 319 Rhinoceros Beetle {see Oryctes) Rodwell, Miss Frances, 37 Rose-chafer {see Cetonia) Tachytes, 17 Tarantula, 40-52 Tegenaria domestica {see House Spider) Teixeria de Mattos, Alex- ander, 37, 158 n, 176 n, 31S n Tenebrionidse, 365 Terebra, 390-392 Theridion lugubre, 40-41 Thomisus onustus {see Crab Spider) Tiberius, the Emperor, 331 Trigonocephalus, 312 Tryxalis, 84 Turritellae, 392 Sacred Beetle, 11-14, 176 Samhe, 228-229 Scolia, 314-31S Scorpion {see Languedo- cian Scorpion) Silky Epeira, 85-87, 95-96, 177-179, 210-212, 220, 231, 238, 243, 258-259, 266, 272-283, 302-316, 320-322, 324-326, 342, 346, 384-400 Snail, 33, 361, 366, 392 Spanish-fly, 27 Sparrow, 72-74 Sphex {see Languedocian Sphex) Spindle-shell, 392 Viper {see Horned Viper) W Wasp, 8, 59-60, 62, 71, 314 Water Spider, 27, 331-332 Weevil, 71, 314 Worm {see Earth-worm) X Xylocopa violacea {see Carpenter-bee) Yellowhammer, 228 404