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Updated: May 3, 2025
If we have had the seven-years' itch, we have not seen the seventeen-year locust yet in Concord. We are acquainted with a mere pellicle of the globe on which we live. Most have not delved six feet beneath the surface, nor leaped as many above it. We know not where we are. Beside, we are sound asleep nearly half our time. Yet we esteem ourselves wise, and have an established order on the surface.
The noise that would greet his ears is different from the deep continuous roar in the streets, it is unlike the hum of millions of seventeen-year locusts, it wants the musical quality of the spring conventions of the blackbirds in the chestnuts, and he could not compare it to the vociferation in a lunatic asylum, for that is really subdued and infrequent.
Some persons suffer terribly from the bite of a mosquito, while others scarcely feel them. The cuticle of a negro's foot is nearly impenetrable, and perhaps the sting would have been more dangerous in a more tender part." Dr. Le Baron and Mr Riley believe the wound to be made by the beak, which is the more probable solution of the problem. A word more about the Seventeen-year Cicada.
It is said that the British Empire is very large and respectable, and that the United States are a first-rate power. We do not believe that a tide rises and falls behind every man which can float the British Empire like a chip, if he should ever harbor it in his mind. Who knows what sort of seventeen-year locust will next come out of the ground?
It's the same with seventeen-year locusts and booms; their visits are so far apart that the masses forget their birthmarks and the W's on their backs.
Anyone who has entered a wood where thousands of the seventeen-year cicadas were hatching has never forgotten it. A threshing machine, or a gigantic frog chorus, is a fair comparison, and when a branch loaded with these insects is shaken, the sound rises to a shrill screech or scream.
Again did the great noise break forth as the valiant assailants commenced their new attack upon the apparently impregnable walls of the ancient castle, so gallantly defended by the occupants. This small army of players had descended on the region like a flood of seventeen-year locusts.
Had she ventured to call for one at the post-office, the information would have reached him that very day. The problem was how to deceive him without placing herself at the mercy of some friend. She sat down in the arbour from which, past the trees of the orchard and the neighbouring river, one had a view of the Russian forests, and put the problem to her seventeen-year old brain.
Particularly in speech. Appetite: that of the seventeen-year locust. Must be restrained, to prevent an early death. Character in general: suspend judgment until further study. General summary of personal appearance: Nice teeth on which a little dentistry will work wonders. Not a bad figure, but doesn't know how to carry herself; has a villainous fashion of slouching, with her hands on her hips.
It had begun with the familiar and puzzling humiliations, but where it was to end the fluttered heart of the seventeen-year- old hardly dared to think. She had sauntered to a green bench, under great maples, with Lettice Graham and Harry Troutt and Anna Poett.
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