
THE GOLD BUG
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The winters in the latitude of Sullivan's Island are seldom very severe, and in the fall of the
year it is a
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rare event indeed when a fire is considered necessary. About the middle of October, 18 -- , there occurred, however,
a day of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the evergreens to the hut of my
friend, whom I had not visited for several weeks -- my residence being, at that time, in Charleston, a distance of nine
miles from the island, while the facilities of passage and re-passage were very far behind those of the present day.
Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom, and getting no reply, sought for the key where I knew it was
secreted, unlocked the door, and went in. A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth. It was a novelty, and by no means
an ungrateful one. I threw off an overcoat, took an arm-chair by the crackling logs, and awaited patiently the arrival
of my hosts.
Soon after dark they arrived, and gave me a most cordial welcome. Jupiter, grinning from ear
to ear, bustled about to prepare some marsh-hens for supper. Legrand was in one of his fits --
how else shall I term them? -- of enthusiasm. He had found an unknown bivalve, forming a new
genus, and, more than this, he had hunted down and secured, with Jupiter's assistance, a
scarabaeus which he believed to be totally new, but in respect to which he wished to have my
opinion on the morrow.
"And why not to-night?" I asked, rubbing my hands over the blaze, and wishing the whole tribe
of scarabaei at the devil.
"Ah, if I had only known you were here!" said Legrand, "but it's so long since I saw you; and
how could I foresee that you would pay me a visit this very night of all others? As I was coming
home I met Lieutenant G -- -- , from the fort, and, very
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foolishly, I lent him the bug; so it will be impossible for you to see it until the morning. Stay here to-night, and I will
send Jup down for it at sunrise. It is the loveliest thing in creation!"
"What? -- sunrise?"
"Nonsense! no! -- the bug. It is of a brilliant gold color -- about the size of a large hickory-nut -
- with two jet black spots near one extremity of the back, and another, somewhat longer, at the
other. The antennae are -- "
"Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin' on you," here interrupted Jupiter; "de bug is
a goole-bug, solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him wing -- meber feel half so hebby a
bug in my life."
"Well, suppose it is, Jup," replied Legrand, somewhat more earnestly, it seemed to me, than the
case demanded; "is that any reason for you letting the birds burn? The color" -- here he turned to
me -- "is really almost enough to warrant Jupiter's idea. You never saw a more brilliant metallic
lustre than the scales emit -- but of this you cannot judge till tomorrow. In the meantime I can
give you some idea of the shape." Saying this, he seated himself at a small table, on which were
a pen and ink, but no paper. He looked for some in a drawer, but found none.