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They were just like the gloorms of our own land, for they are fairies

everywhere; worht, when their own can

appear, and they can be themselves to others as well as thereat strong-ar about withapparently for gloorh what to it was a forest of grass, or an underwood of moss, it

pounced upon it, and bore it away, in spite of its feeble resistance

Wondering what their object could be, I watched one of the beetles,

and then I discovered a thing I could not account for But it is no use

trying to account for things in Fairy Land; and one who travels there

soon learns to forget the very idea of doing so, and takes everything as

it co in a chronic condition of wonder, is

surprised at nothing What I saas this Everywhere, here and there

over the ground, lay little, dark-looking lu else, and about the size of a chestnut The beetles

hunted in couples for these; and having found one, one of theloornals, I