A peculiar feature of our fall may sometimes be seen of a clear afternoon late in the season.  Looking athwart the fields under the sinking sun, the ground appears covered with a shining veil of gossamer.  A fairy net, invisible at midday and which the position of the sun now reveals, rests upon the stubble and upon the spears of grass, covering acres in extent,—­the work of innumerable little spiders.  The cattle walk through it, but do not seem to break it.  Perhaps a fly would make his mark upon it.  At the same time, stretching from the tops of the trees, or from the top of a stake in the fence, and leading off toward the sky, may be seen the cables of the flying spider,—­a fairy bridge from the visible to the invisible.  Occasionally seen against a deep mass of shadow, and perhaps enlarged by clinging particles of dust, they show quite plainly and sag down like a stretched rope, or sway and undulate like a hawser in the tide.

They recall a verse of our rugged poet, Walt Whitman:—­

         “A noiseless patient spider,
   I mark’d where, in a little promontory, it stood isolated: 
   Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
   It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself;
   Ever unreeling them—­ever tireless spreading them.

“And you, O my soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—­
Seeking the spheres to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need be formed—­till the ductile
anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my
soul.”

To return a little, September may be described as the month of tall weeds.  Where they have been suffered to stand, along fences, by roadsides, and in forgotten corners,—­redroot, pigweed, ragweed, vervain, goldenrod, burdock, elecampane, thistles, teasels, nettles, asters, etc.,—­how they lift themselves up as if not afraid to be seen now!  They are all outlaws; every man’s hand is against them; yet how surely they hold their own!  They love the roadside, because here they are comparatively safe; and ragged and dusty, like the common tramps that they are, they form one of the characteristic features of early fall.

I have often noticed in what haste certain weeds are at times to produce their seeds.  Redroot will grow three or four feet high when it has the whole season before it; but let it get a late start, let it come up in August, and it scarcely gets above the ground before it heads out, and apparently goes to work with all its might and main to mature its seed.  In the growth of most plants or weeds, April and May represent their root, June and July their stalk, and August and September their flower and seed.  Hence, when the stalk months are stricken out, as in the present case, there is only time for a shallow root and a foreshortened head.  I think most weeds that get a late start show this curtailment of stalk, and this solicitude to reproduce themselves.  But I have not observed that any of the cereals are so worldly wise.  They have not had to think and to shift for themselves as the weeds have.  It does indeed look like a kind of forethought in the redroot.  It is killed by the first frost, and hence knows the danger of delay.