The skein stretched, it is busied next in weaving the woof by crossing
the thread. Running from radius to radius, it touches each with its
tubercles, which fasten to it the circular border. The whole is not a
compact tissue, but a veritable network, so geometrically proportioned
that all the meshes of the circle are invariably of the same size.
[Illustration]
This web, woven out of itself, living and vibrating, is much more
than an instrument; it is a part of its being. Itself of a circular
form, the spider seems to expand within this circle, and prolong the
filaments of its nerves to the radiating threads which it weaves. In
the centre of its web lies its greatest force for attack or defence.
Out of that centre it is timid; a fly will make it recoil. The web is
its electric telegraph, responding to the lightest touch, and revealing
the presence of an imperceptible and almost imponderable victim; while,
at the same time, being slightly viscous in substance, it retains the
prey, or delays and entangles a dangerous enemy.
In windy weather, the continual agitation of the web prevents it from
giving an account of what transpires, and the spider then remains at
the centre. But usually it keeps near its machinery, hidden under a
leaf, that it may not terrify its victims, or fall a prey to any of its
numerous foes.
Prudence and patience, rather than courage, are its characteristics.
Its experience is too great, it has undergone too many accidents and
misadventures, it is too much accustomed to the severities of fate, to
indulge in any surpassing audacity. It is afraid even of an ant. The
latter, often a mischievous individual, a restless and rugged rodent,
and afraid of nothing, frequently persists in exploring the strange
woof, of which it can make nothing. The spider accordingly gives
way to it,--whether it fears the acid of the ant, which burns like
aquafortis, or whether, like a good artisan, it calculates that a long
and obstinate struggle will cost it more time than will the manufacture
of another web. Therefore, without yielding to the slightest
susceptibility of self-love, it allows the ant to strut about, and
takes up its post a little further off.
[Illustration]
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