Show THE A A. Throng of ot Va wasp Busily pI Busily at Work York on Their Little tittle Structure One morning in early summer while standing beside the old rail jail fence Watching some cows that were cropping cropping crop crop- ping ng the grass my attention was attracted attracted attracted at at- by the peculiar movements of ofa ofa a n. wasp that had settled on the rail beIde beside beside be be- side Ide me says Our Animal Friends The rail was covered with a light gray fuzz of woody fiber beaten up from the decaying decaying decaying de de- wood by the excessive soakings It had received from the long spring rains and when the wasp had gathered gathered gath gath- r ered d as much of this as he could carry be t flew slowly ly away In a short time there was a doen or more of these Industrious in industrious industrious In- In pulp gatherers at work on the old rail and as fast as each of them obtained a lo load d away he flew fiew In the direction of or a clump of bushes that grew beside a a. small stream My curiosity curiosity curi curl was aroused and I determined to find out If possible what they were d dying Ing with such a quantity of approaching the thicket cautiously I ISton soon Ston discovered them at work on a good sized nest which hung from the limb of ofa a white beech sapling I was able to get quite near it for wasps are not apt to tobe tobo tobo bo be quarrelsome if It left alone and they were too busy to take heed of anything except their work As fast as their loads were deposited they flew fiew down downto to the brook and having wet their whistles returned to the nest and set about beating the fiber Into a thin sheet which was so deftly Joined to the main body of the nest that the jointure was imperceptible There was a constant throng of workers coming and going the objective points being the nest the theold theold theold old fence and the brook and while each addition to the structure was only the tiniest mite yet it grew perceptibly under under under un un- un- un der the united efforts of ot those little builders r J. J |