26 THE TRAVELS OF A BUTTERFLY.

cockchafer, ‘‘and live there three years or so, feeding on the
roots of grass, or corn, or turnips, or whatever there may be.
Men try to dig us up with their clumsy tools—they do us all
the harm they can because they grudge our killing all their

 

crops—but the mischief men can do is nothing to the damage
the rooks can do! They can get at us and clear a field in no
time. JI am glad they are gone, and that one of them is dead.