[May 10th 1916]
fluttered on, it used from time to time, peep round to see if I followed. Were I close behind it would flutter on seducing me further away from its nest, but, should I refuse to follow it would, for the moment ceast its shams and come flying towards me to repeat its plaintive cries, again alight in the sand and recommence its strange pretence.
No creature in the desert makes its presence so obvious as the migrating locust (Spec. No. 14 )
It is not the adult so much as the immature, wingless, hopping form that covers the ground in such endless swarms. For seven days, throughout a distance of nearly 100 miles, we marched through this throng of locusts, a seething multitude of insects, all creeping or hopping