And, prying in crevice of wall or ground,
With a patience and skill boys only know,
Thirty great beetles the truant found.
VIII
As many wax tapers, then, he took—
Thirty small tapers (nor less, nor more),
And presto! each beetle, clumsy and slow,
On its broad black back a candle bore.
IX
Next morning, ere dawn, when Tafi awoke,