ers? They were
making a clearance of death on behalf of life. Transcendent alchemists,
they were transforming that horrible putridity into a living and
inoffensive product. They were draining the dangerous corpse to the
point of rendering it as dry and sonorous as the remains of an old
slipper hardened on the refuse-heap by the frosts of winter and the
heats of summer. They were working their hardest to render the carrion
innocuous.

Others will soon put in their appearance, smaller creatures and more
patient, who will take over the relic and exploit it ligament by
ligament, bone by bone, hair by hair, until the whole has been resumed
by the treasury of life. All honour to these purifiers! Let us put back
the Mole and go our way.

Some other victim of the agricultural labours of spring--a Shrew-mouse,
Field-mouse, Mole, Frog, Adder, or Lizard--will provide us with the
most vigorous and famous of these expurgators of the soil. This is the
Burying-beetle, the Necrophorus, so different from the cadaveric mob in
dress and habits. In honour of his exalted functions he exhales an
odour of musk; he bears a red tuft at the tip of his antennae; his
breast is covered with nankeen; and across his wing-cases he wears a
double, scalloped scarf of vermilion. An elegant, almost sumptuous
costume, very superior to that of the others, but yet lugubrious, as
befits your undertaker's man.

He is no anatomical dissector, cutting his subject open, carving its
flesh with the scalpel of his mandibles; he is literally a gravedigger,
a sexton. While the others--Silphae, Dermestes, Horn-beetles--gorge
themselves with the exploited flesh, without, of course, forgetting the
interests of the family, he, a frugal eater, hardly touches his booty
on his own account. He buries it entire, on the spot, in a cellar where
the thing, duly ripened, will form the diet of his larvae. He buries it
in order to establish his progeny therein.

This hoarder of dead bodies, with his stiff and almost heavy movements,
is astonishingly quick at storing away wreckage. In a shift of a few
hours, a comparatively enormous animal--a Mole, for
example--disappears, engulfed by the earth. The others leave the dried,
emptied carcass to the air, the sport of the winds for months on end;
he, treating it as a whole, makes a clean job of things at once. No
visible trace of his work remains but a tiny hillock, a burial-mound, a
tumulus.

With his expeditious method, the Necro