They appeared all of a sudden in countless millions.
They were piled up against the fences clear to the top.
They swarmed into the houses, and in places on the railroad track they
were piled so deep the trains could not run through them.
Think of a railway train being stopped by grasshoppers!
They stripped every leaf from the trees and left them as bare as in
winter.
They ate up every blade of grass.
But in the East they do not do so much damage, though they sometimes
cause the farmers serious loss. When summer comes we may listen to their
cheery din with pleasure.
I am sure we shall enjoy the merry sounds of the grasshoppers all the
more now that we know something about how they are made, and something
about the little fellow that makes them.
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