<h2><SPAN name="THE_TALK_OF_ANIMALS" id="THE_TALK_OF_ANIMALS"></SPAN>"THE TALK OF ANIMALS."</h2>
<p class="bq">[This is the title of an article from the <i>London Telegraph</i>, which is so
well written, and is so interesting that we cannot deny ourselves the privilege of making
liberal extracts from it..]—<i>Ed.</i></p>
<p>NATURALISTS have recently
been discussing the interesting
question whether or not
Bees can talk with
each other. Those
best informed on the subject are, we
gather, inclined to regard it as perfectly
possible. Such a view would,
perhaps, astonish many minds not
familiar with these and others of the
lower creatures by daily observation.
Yet the more people live in close
notice of animals and insects the less
inclined they will feel to draw that
very difficult line which divides
instinct from reason, or to set any hard
and fast limit to the wonders of
Nature. In fact, the very word
"lower" becomes sometimes an insult,
a positive affront to the wonderful life
about us, which even proud Man himself
has scarcely a right to offer.
There could, for instance, be nothing
well conceived humbler than the
Earthworm. Until the illustrious
Darwin took up the subject of that
despised being no one comprehended
the vastness of man's debt to this poor,
ugly, trampled creature. The numberless
millions of that obscure tribe, none
the less, have created all the loam and
all the arable land of the whole globe,
passing through their bodies the fallen
leaves and decaying vegetable matter;
and by their single sphere of labor in
this respect rendering cultivation and
harvests possible. When we tread on
that Worm we destroy an agricultural
laborer of the most respectable class.
To those eternal and widespread toils
of the creeping friend of men we owe
the woods, the meadows, and the
flowers. This is, of course, only an
example of the importance, not of the
faculties of the lower creatures.</p>
<p>Nevertheless even Worms communicate
sufficiently to have and to observe
their seasons of love; and Bees are so
much higher in the scale of life, and
so richly gifted in all details of their
work, and so sociable in their habits,
that it would not be at all a safe thing
to say they possess no means of intercourse.
Certainly no skillful and
watchful bee-master would ever venture
upon such an assertion. He
knows very well how the sounds in
the hive and those produced by individual
Bees vary from time to time,
and in a manner which appears to
convey, occasionally at all events,
mutual information. A Wasp or a
strange Bee entering a hive without
permission seems mighty quickly to
hear something not very much to its
advantage, and when two or three
Bees have found a good source of
honey, how on earth do all the others
know which path to take through the
trackless air, except by some friendly
buzz or wing-hint? Now, the bee-masters
tell us that there is surely one
particular moment in the history of
the hive when something very much
like actual language appears to be
obviously employed. It is when the
young queen is nearly ready to move
away. She begins to utter a series of
faint, staccato, piping noises, quite
different from her ordinary note, and
just before she flies off this sound
becomes altered to a low, delicate kind
of whistle, as if emanating from some
tiny fairy flute. How this small cry,
or call, or signal, is produced nobody
understands. The major portion of
sounds in a hive is, of course, caused
by the vibration more or less rapidly
of the wings of the Bees. But whoever
has examined the delicate machinery
with which the Grass-hopper makes
his chirp would not be surprised to
find that the queen Bee had also some
peculiar contrivance by which to
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deliver what may be called the royal
speech on the one or two great and
signal occasions of her exemplary life.</p>
<p>We should, however, confine the
subject in the boundary of far too
close a fancy if it were imagined that
sound was the only way in which
speech and intercourse may pass
among these humble creatures. Human
beings naturally gather up that
idea by living themselves in an atmosphere
of which they agitate the waves
for objects of mutual communication.
No scientific Bee or highly educated
Ant, if such creatures were possible,
seeing and hearing men and women
talk to each other, would dream that
they could equally well exchange
thoughts by making marks upon
paper, or send their messages of love
and business by seas and lands through
a quivering wire. Nay, if report is to
be believed, we are soon to be able to
transmit, at a flash over long distances,
a face, a map, a plan, a picture, a
whole page of a newspaper, or an
actual scene. As, therefore, those
lower creatures, if they indeed could
hear us speak, would have no notion
of how we make the air waves into
words, and still less grasp knowledge
of any subtler form among human
intercourse, so it is not quite safe for
man to think and call all these strange
families of the silent world alike dumb,
or to despise them for being free of
grammars and dictionaries. As a matter
of fact, it is obvious that some power
of mutual communication assuredly
comes to all creatures that live in
societies. Nobody can watch the flight
of a flock of birds, the behavior of a
herd of cattle, or, lower down, the
marvelous accommodations for common
existence of the small creeping
and flying things, without perceiving
that they know each other's minds in
some way or other in a very satisfactory
manner. Evidently there is, to begin
with, a common language—a <i>lingua
franca</i>—of the fields and of the forests.
All sportsmen know how the particular
cry of a frightened bird will put all
the wild animals on the alert who
would otherwise quite disregard the
bird's ordinary note. And the evil
success with which poachers can
imitate the cries of love and defiance
from denizens of the woodlands, proves
that its inhabitants possess a vocabulary
which can be stolen.</p>
<p>But, who, in truth, loving Dogs and
Cats and such-like humble friends ever
can doubt their high intelligence and
the strong and clear significance
attaching to certain among their
habitual utterances? Even London
cab and cart Horses, though they
cannot—fortunately for some among
us—speak, grow to understand the few
invariable words of direction which
their drivers address to them. In the
inferior orders of life there are doubtless
many other methods of intercourse,
and almost certainly there exists a
plain and very useful language of
touch. Nobody can read the delightful
researches of Sir John Lubbock
into the habits and customs of Ants
without feeling persuaded that those
little beings transact their business
perfectly well by touching each other's
antennæ. When Ants meet, a rapid
passage of these wonderful organs
takes place, gliding like rapiers above
and below, and this quickly informs
them whether they be friends or
enemies, which is the nearest respective
road home, whether any food is to be
procured nigh at hand, and what is
the general news in the formicatory
world. Truly it would be more desirable
to learn what Bees talk about
rather than to discuss the problem
whether they talk at all. The views
of Bees upon the purposes and colors
of flowers, upon the moral duties of
frugality and loyalty, and as to the
real meaning and lovliness of a Rose,
would be worth hearing. Of this much
we may be all assured, that the little
things of the world evade our knowledge
as much and are quite as marvelous
as the very largest and highest.</p>
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