There is something happening in the sky.  The Sambe, quick!  They are coming, the simpletons; they swoop down upon the treacherous floor.  With a rapid movement, the man in ambush pulls his string.  The nets close and the whole flock is caught.

Man has wild beast’s blood in his veins.  The fowler hastens to the slaughter.  With his thumb, he stifles the beating of the captives’ hearts, staves in their skulls.  The little birds, so many piteous heads of game, will go to market, strung in dozens on a wire passed through their nostrils.

For scoundrelly ingenuity the Epeira’s net can bear comparison with the fowler’s; it even surpasses it when, on patient study, the main features of its supreme perfection stand revealed.  What refinement of art for a mess of Flies!  Nowhere, in the whole animal kingdom, has the need to eat inspired a more cunning industry.  If the reader will meditate upon the description that follows, he will certainly share my admiration.

First of all, we must witness the making of the net; we must see it constructed and see it again and again, for the plan of such a complex work can only be grasped in fragments.  To-day, observation will give us one detail; to-morrow, it will give us a second, suggesting fresh points of view; as our visits multiply, a new fact is each time added to the sum total of the acquired data, confirming those which come before or directing our thoughts along unsuspected paths.

The snow-ball rolling over the carpet of white grows enormous, however scanty each fresh layer be.  Even so with truth in observational science:  it is built up of trifles patiently gathered together.  And, while the collecting of these trifles means that the student of Spider industry must not be chary of his time, at least it involves no distant and speculative research.  The smallest garden contains Epeirae, all accomplished weavers.

In my enclosure, which I have stocked carefully with the most famous breeds, I have six different species under observation, all of a useful size, all first-class spinners.  Their names are the Banded Epeira (Epeira fasciata, WALCK.), the Silky Epeira (E. sericea, WALCK.), the Angular Epeira (E. angulata, WALCK.), the Pale-tinted Epeira (E. pallida, OLIV.), the Diadem Epeira, or Cross Spider (E. diadema, CLERK.), and the Crater Epeira (E. cratera, WALCK.).

I am able, at the proper hours, all through the fine season, to question them, to watch them at work, now this one, anon that, according to the chances of the day.  What I did not see very plainly yesterday I can see the next day, under better conditions, and on any of the following days, until the phenomenon under observation is revealed in all clearness.