If op ttling on our farm, t’s everyt a co lay to en flat er on.” ray locust off  and split it do ted inside  multiplied by millions. You ever seen a he march? No? ell, you’re lucky.”

    Margaret t an adult s on ts alternately tened, like driving rain. Old Step t’s something.”

    “Is it very bad?” asked Margaret fearfully, and tically, “e’re finis once tarted, ter anot mighree or four years.”

    Margaret sat do’s t’s t noo go back to to at took a quick look at Stepy years in try and been bankrupt to mouted up a locust t  itself someo , and  in t trengteel spring in told t good- ting locusts, squass, yelling at locusts, and s mounds into to burn, ook to t out to join its fello; all at once, s irrationally c  t time in t their final and irremediable ruin.

    “Get me a drink, lass,” Step a bottle of whiskey by him.

    In time, t Margaret,  in ting storm of insects, banging ts clung all over o let toucep  suitably  as s o ter tep took a good look at y self—ed. No to letting locusts settle on ime.

    ossed doo ttle, ening bros.

    Five o’clock. t in an tle. It rees ening brown.

    Margaret began to cry. It  a bad season, it s; if it  locusts, it  fires. Alling of t armies  in a storm. tide; it s, submerged by t seemed as if t sink in under t of t give in under t ting so dark. t t be setting. ts, s old Steps. All of ts. topped. Margaret could  tle of myriads of wings.

    ts and came in.

    “ell,” said Riche main swarm has gone over.”