ow, now the
heels of a Mouse and is bent, at a distance of three-quarters of an
inch or so, into a little ring, which slips very loosely over one of
the prongs of the fork, a short, almost horizontal prong. To make the
hanging body fall, the slightest thrust upon this ring is sufficient;
and, owing to its projection from the peg, it lends itself excellently
to the insect's methods. In short, the arrangement is the same as it
was just now, with this difference, that the point of support is at a
short distance from the suspended animal.

My trick, simple though it be, is fully successful. For a long time the
body is repeatedly shaken, but in vain; the tibiae or tarsi, unduly
hard, refuse to yield to the patient saw. Sparrows and Mice grow dry
and shrivelled, unused, upon the gibbet. Sooner in one case, later in
another, my Necrophori abandon the insoluble problem in mechanics: to
push, ever so little, the movable support and so to unhook the coveted
carcass.

Curious reasoners, in faith! If they had had, but now, a lucid idea of
the mutual relations between the shackled limbs and the suspending peg;
if they had made the Mouse fall by a reasoned manoeuvre, whence comes
it that the present artifice, no less simple than the first, is to them
an insurmountable obstacle? For days and days they work on the body,
examine it from head to foot, without becoming aware of the movable
support, the cause of their misadventure. In vain do I prolong my
watch; never do I see a single one of them push it with his foot or
butt it with his head.

Their defeat is not due to lack of strength. Like the Geotrupes, they
are vigorous excavators. Grasped in the closed hand, they insinuate
themselves through the interstices of the fingers and plough up your
skin in a fashion to make you very quickly loose your hold. With his
head, a robust ploughshare, the Beetle might very easily push the ring
off its short support. He is not able to do so because he does not
think of it; he does not think of it because he is devoid of the
faculty attributed to him, in order to support its thesis, by the
dangerous prodigality of transformism.

Divine reason, sun of the intellect, what a clumsy slap in thy august
countenance, when the glorifiers of the animal degrade thee with such
dullness!

Let us now examine under another aspect the mental obscurity of the
Necrophori. My captives are not so satisfied with their sumptuous
lodging that they do not seek to e