Aug. 22.REEDY monotones of locust, or sounds of katydidI hear the latter at night, and the other both day and night. I thought the morning and evening warble of birds delightful; but I find I can listen to these strange insects with just as much pleasure. A single locust is now heard near noon from a tree two hundred feet off, as I writea long whirring, continued, quite loud noise graded in distinct whirls, or swinging circles, increasing in strength and rapidity up to a certain point, and then a fluttering, quietly tapering fall. Each strain is continued from one to two minutes. The locust-song is very appropriate to the scenegushes, has meaning, is masculine, is like some fine old wine, not sweet, but far better than sweet.
But the katydidhow shall I describe its piquant utterances? One sings from a willow-tree just outside my open bedroom window, twenty yards distant; every clear night for a fortnight past has soothd me to sleep. I rode through a piece of woods for a hundred rods the other evening, and heard the katydids by myriadsvery curious for once; but I like better my single neighbor on the tree.
Let me say more about the song of the locust, even to repetition; a long, chromatic, tremulous crescendo, like a brass disk whirling round and round, emitting wave after wave of notes, beginning with a certain moderate beat or measure, rapidly increasing in speed and emphasis, reaching a point of great energy and significance, and then quickly and gracefully dropping down and out. Not the melody of the singing-birdfar from it; the common musician might think without melody, but surely having to the finer ear a harmony of its own; monotonousbut what a swing there is in that brassy drone, round and round, cymballineor like the whirling of brass quoits.