There is still an hour before the sun is timed to set, but the moon is already rising in the east. Its pale and silvery light cannot yet make itself apparent, but after the sun has set our satellite will become the mistress of the sky and shine forth in all the pale beauty of her borrowed radiance. The sun is disappearing now below the horizon as a ball of fire, and the few clouds around are getting redder and redder and hold forth the promise of a fine morrow. The fight is now gradually fading in the western sky, and most of the birds which love the daylight have already retired to roost. The Butterflies we have seen during the day have gone to sleep on some favourite flower-stalk, and the wild Bees have either gone to rest in their nests or in some flower, where they find a warm spot during the comparatively chilly hours of darkness.
But no sooner has the daylight-loving life retired than their places are filled by an army which live and move during the hours between sunset and dawn. The Rabbits are already busy in their gambols, the Bats and Moths are continually flying by, and the Owls will now be quartering the fields on the look-out for Mice. All Nature sleeps; but not at the same time; and so the cycle goes on. But we must not stay to dream: we have our train to catch; let us be moving.