The beetle, losing its grasp, must hurry

TCD MS 10515 folio 93 recto

TCD MS 10515 folio 93 recto

ground it hurries, it struggles laboriously up every slope, tumbles precipitously down every incline. It is always in perplexity. Now it is opposed by a steep hill and the pellet rolls back on it again and again; now it has to hurl off a fresh enemy to retain its prize; now the pellet has rolled down a little hill and the beetle, losing its grasp, must hurry off in search of it. But overcoming all difficulties it rolls swiftly on, guided by its wonderful instrincts and aided by the beautiful adaptation of its body to this specialized task. It must soon busy its treasure; in the next battle it may be lost. It leaves the pellet for a moment, shuffles a little hollow in the sand, but, finding the place unsuitable, it again returns to the pellet and recommences its long roll. At last it determines to bury the