Shattering its billows on a shore of rocks."
—Southey.
Some years ago a flock settled in Colorado Springs, the streets and roofs being covered with them, so that they were swept and shoveled about like snow. Some American swarms have been traced for several hundred miles, and settling on railroads, have stopped the trains by making the tracks slippery. Alighting in a cornfield the rustling sound of their depredation can be heard for some distance; and when they rise, a fire might have swept over the fields, so far as appearances go. The swarm, a black, portentous cloud, sweeps on, flying at a rate of thirty miles an hour to reach some new field, where they dig burrows with their curious ovipositors, and deposit their eggs by millions. Then they move on, leaving an unborn swarm to develop and later constitute another army to spread devastation abroad in the land.
Fig. 198.—Crickets.
The crickets (Fig. 198) are familiar forms with cylindrical bodies and large heads placed vertically, the ovipositor often being as large as the entire body. The female often deposits three hundred eggs in the ground. The note of the cricket is produced by the male, and is a decidedly musical chirp, varying in the different kinds. The close observer may easily find the cave house of the little singer that is often seen sitting at the entrance, singing, not at the top of its voice, but with the full force of its wings, the sound being produced by using the fore wings, as bows and the hind wings as fiddles, and sawing with great rapidity.
The crickets are found in the greatest variety. Some live in the ground, others affect houses, and in the tropics beautiful tree crickets are found. The snowy tree cricket has a peculiar note, te-reat, te-reat, te-reat. The broad-winged tree cricket has a call which resembles a dog whistle. Another has a piping note resembling the thrilling musical sound made by rubbing the edge of a glass with one's finger. The singular cave cricket is wingless, and has antennæ several times the length of its body. The Western cricket does great damage to the crops of the farmer, and when bands are seen marching over the country, ditches are often dug into which the crickets plunge, where, in default of food, they begin to devour one another. The cry of this cricket is harsh and disagreeable, the "musical instrument" being on the dorsum or back of the shield which seems to cover the fore part of its back. The curious mole cricket, which burrows underground and is provided with enormous jaws, is a menace to the gardener. In the outer Florida Keys I found that it was almost impossible to rear plants, so plentiful and ravenous were these fierce root eaters.