"And the bottles and boxes that chap fetched along! Why, a doctor would never want more; If they held pills and physic, he'd got full enough To fit out a medicine-store. And he'd got heaps of pins, dreffle lengthy and slim, Allers droppin' about on the floor.

"Well, true as I live, that old feller just spent His hull days in loafin' about And pickin' up hoppers and roaches and flies-- Not to use for his bait to ketch trout, But to kill and stick pins in and squint at and all. He was crazy 's a coot, th' ain't no doubt.

The Butterfly Book — Part 197

"He'd see a poor miller a-flyin' along,-- The commonest, every-day kind,-- And he'd waddle on arter it, fat as he was, And foller up softly behind, Till he'd flop that-air bait-net right over its head, And I'd laugh till nigh out of my mind.

The Butterfly Book — Part 197

"Why, he'd lay on the ground for an hour at a stretch And scratch in the dirt like a hen; He'd scrape all the bark off the bushes and trees, And turn the stones over; and then He'd peek under logs, or he'd pry into holes. I'm glad there ain't no more sech men.

The Butterfly Book — Part 197

"My wife see a box in his bedroom, one day, Jest swarmin' with live caterpillars; He fed 'em on leaves off of all kinds of trees-- The ellums and birches and willers; And he'd got piles of boxes, chock-full to the top With crickets and bees and moth-millers.

"I asked him, one time, what his business might be. Of course, I fust made some apology. He tried to explain, but such awful big words! Sorto' forren, outlandish, and collegey. 'S near's I can tell, 'stead of enterin' a trade, He was tryin' to jest enter _mology_.

"And Hannah, my wife, says she's heerd o' sech things; She guesses his brain warn't so meller. There's a thing they call Nat'ral Histerry, she says, And, whatever the folks there may tell her, Till it's settled she's wrong she'll jest hold that-air man Was a Nat'ral Histerrical feller."

Protective mimicry as it occurs in animals may be the simulation in form or color, or both, of natural objects, or it may be the simulation of the form and color of another animal, which for some reason enjoys immunity from the attacks of species which ordinarily prey upon its kind. Of course this mimicry is unconscious and is the result of a slow process of development which has, no doubt, gone on for ages.