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The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 1119    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

severe imaginary catarrh, and one necessary flying visit was made by Redwood. He returned an even more an

Wasps began

was killed. The report of it appeared in several papers, but I do not know whether the news reached Mr. Bensing

ods in the sand-banks beyond the adjacent pine-woods. And there can be no dispute whatever that these early broods found just as much growth and benefit in the substance as Mr. Bensington's hens. It is in the nature of the wasp to attain to effective ma

nel Hick's park, and he was carrying his gun-very fortunately for him a double-barrelled gun-over his shoulder, when he first caught sight of the thing. It was, he says, coming down against the light, so that he could not see it very distinctly, and as it came it made a drone "like a motor car." He ad

ith an angry "Wuzzzz" that revealed the wasp at once, and then rose again, with all its stripes shining against the light. He says it turne

perhaps thirty yards away, and rolled over with its body wriggling and its sting stabbing out a

ng was three inches long. The abdomen was blown clean off from its body, but he estimated the length of the creature

narrowly missed running over a second of these giants that was crawling across the roadway. His passage seemed to alarm it, and it rose with a noise like a s

g so violently that he fell over his machine in doing so-and sat down by the roadside to r

al record of those days that they were overcast and chilly with local showers, which may perhaps account for this intermission. Th

im, a grocer, who discovered one of these monsters in a sugar-cask and very rashly attacked it with a spade as it rose. He struck it to t

eed in the courtyard of that building, and flying up to the cornice to devour its victim at leisure. After that it crawled for a time over the museum roof, entered the dome of the reading-room b

dispersed at Aldington Knoll and all its sweets and jam consumed, and a puppy wa

t editors ran up and down tortuous staircases bawling things about "wasps." And Professor Redwood, emerging from his college in Bond Street at five, flushed from a heated discussion with his

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