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LORD LONG-LEGS' PROCESSION
OVELY and bright in the month of May, at the time of rice-planting, was the day on which the Baron Long-legs was
informed by his chamberlain, Hop-hop, that on the morrow his lordship's retinue would be in readiness to
accompany their worshipful Master on his journey to Yedo. This Lord Long-legs was a noble who ruled over four
acres of rice-field and whose revenue was ten thousand rice-stalks. His personal retinue, who were all
Grasshoppers, like himself, numbered over six thousand, while his court consisted of many nobles, such as
Mantis, Beetle, and Pinching-bug. The maids of honor who waited on his Queen Katydid, were Lady-bugs,
Butterflies, and Goldsmiths, and his messengers were Fire-flies and Dragon-flies. Once in a while the Beetle
was sent on an errand; but the stupid fellow had a habit of running plump into things, and bumping his head so
badly that he always forgot what he was sent for. Besides these, Lord Long-legs had a great many servants in
 —such as Grubs, Spiders, Toads, and Worms. The entire population of his dominion, including the common
folks, numbered several millions, and ranked all the way from Horse-flies down to Ants, Mosquitoes, and Ticks.
Many of his subjects were very industrious and produced fine fabrics, which, however, were seized and made use
of by great monsters, called Men. The silver-gray worms kept spinning-wheels in their heads. They had a
fashion of eating mulberry leaves, and changing them into fine threads, called silk. The Wasps made paper, and
the Bees distilled honey. There was another insect which spread white wax on the trees. These were all
retainers or friendly vassals of the Baron in the Castle.
Now it was Lord Long-legs' duty once a year to go up to Yedo to pay his respects to the great Tycoon and to
spend several weeks in the Eastern metropolis. I shall not take the time nor tax the patience of my readers in
telling about all the bustle and preparation that went on in the mansion of the Baron for a whole week
previous to starting. Suffice it to say that clothes were washed and starched, and dried on a board, to keep
them from shrinking; trunks
 and baskets were packed; banners and umbrellas put in order; the lacquered boxes and the brass ornaments
dusted off; and swords and spears polished. Every little item was personally examined by the chief inspector.
This functionary was a black-and-white-legged Mosquito, who, on account of his long nose, could pry into a
thing further than any other of his lordship's officers; and, if anything went wrong, he could make more noise
over it than any one else. As for the retainers, down to the very last lackey and coolie, each one tried to
outshine the other in cleanliness and smart attire.
The Bumble-bee brushed off the pollen from his legs; and the humbler Honey-bee, after allowing his children to
suck his paws, to get the honey sticking to them, spruced up and listened attentively to the orders read to
him by the train-leader, Sir Locust, who prided himself on being seventeen years old, and looked on all the
others as children. He read from a piece of wasp-nest paper: "No leaving the line to suck flowers, except at
halting-time." The Blue-tailed Fly washed his hands and face over and over again. The Lady-bugs wept many
tears, because they could not go with the company;
 the Crickets chirped rather gloomily, because none with short limbs could go on the journey; while old Daddy
Long-legs almost turned a somersault for joy when told he might carry a bundle in the train. All being in
readiness, the procession was to start at six o'clock in the morning. The exact minute was to be announced by
the timekeeper of the mansion, Mr. Flea, whose house was on the back of Neko, a great black cat, who lived in
the porter's lodge of the castle, near by. Mr. Flea was to notice the opening or slits in the monster's
moony-green eyes, which, when closed to a certain width, would indicate six o'clock. Then with a few jumps he
was to announce it to a Mosquito friend of his, who would fly with the news to the gatekeeper of the mansion,
one Whirligig by name.
So, punctually to the hour, the great double gate swung wide open, and the procession passed out and marched
on over the hill. All the servants of Lord Long-legs were out, to see the grand sight. They were down on their
knees, saying: "Please go slowly." When their master's palanquin passed, they bowed their heads to the dust,
as was proper. The ladies, who were left behind, cried bitterly, and soaked their paper
 handkerchiefs with tears, especially one fair brown creature, who was next of kin to Lord Long-legs, being an
Ant on his mother's side.
The procession was closed by six old Spider daddies marching two by two, who were a little stupid and groggy,
having had a late supper, and a jolly feast the night before. When the great gate slammed shut, one of them
caught the end of his foot in it, and was lamed for the rest of the journey. He was ordered to walk alongside
of old Daddy Long-legs, who hobbled along, with a bundle on his back. These two were the only funny fellows in
the procession, and made much talk among bystanders on the road.
This is the order and the way they looked. First there went out, far ahead, a plump, tall Mantis, with a great
long baton of grass, which he swung to and fro before him, from right to left, like a drum-major, crying out:
"Down on your knees! Get down with you!" Whereat all the Ants, Bugs and Lizards at once bent their forelegs,
and the Toads, which were already squatting, bobbed their noses in the dust. Even the Mud-turtles poked their
heads out of the water to see what was going on. It was forbidden to any insect to remain on a tall stalk
 of grass, lest he might look down on His Highness. So all the Worms and Grubs that lived up in trees or high
bushes had to come down to the ground. Even the Inch-worm had to wind himself up and stop measuring his
length, while the line was passing. And in case of Grubs in the nest or Moths in the cocoon, too young to
crawl out, the law compelled their parents to cover them over with a leaf. It would be an insult to Lord
Long-legs to have any one look down on him.
LORD LONG-LEG'S PROCESSION.
Next followed two lantern-bearers, holding Glow-worms for lanterns in their fore-paws. These were wrapped in
cases made of leaves, which they took off at night. Behind were six Fire-flies, well supplied with self-acting
lamps, which they kept hidden somewhere under their wings. Next marched four abreast the band of little
Weevils, carrying the umbrellas of state, which were morning-glories—some open, some shut. Behind them
strutted four green Grass-hoppers, spear-bearers, carrying pink blossoms.
Just before the palanquin were two tall dandies, each of them a Mantis. High lords themselves and of gigantic
stature with arms akimbo and feelers far up in the air, they bore aloft the insignia of their Lord Long-legs.
 strutted along on their hind legs, their backs as stiff as hemp stalks, their noses pointing to the stars, and
their legs striding like stilts. The priest in his robes, a Praying Beetle, who was chaplain, walked on
Meanwhile a great crowd of spectators lined the path; but all were on their knees. Frogs and Toads blinked out
of the sides of their heads. The pretty red Lizards glided out, to see the splendid show; Worms stopped
crawling; and all kinds of Bugs ceased climbing, and came down from the grass and flower-stalks, to bow humbly
before the train of Lord Long-legs. Bug mothers hastened, with their bug babies on their backs, down to the
road, and, squatting down, taught their little ones to put their fore-paws politely together and bow down on
their front knees. No one dared to speak out loud; but the Mole-cricket, nudging his fellow under the wing,
said: "Just look at that green Mantis! He looks as though he would ' rush out with a battle-ax on his shoulder
to meet a chariot.' See how he ogles his fellow!"
"Yes; and just behold that bandy-legged Hopper, will you? I could walk better than that myself," said the
 "Sh!" said the Mole-cricket. "Here comes the lordly palanquin."
Everybody now cast a squint up under their eyebrows, and watched the palanquin go by. It was made of
delicately-woven striped grass, bound with bamboo threads, lacquered, and finished with curtains of gauze,
made of dragon-fly wings, through which Lord Long-legs could peep. It was borne on the shoulders of four
stalwart Hoppers, who, carrying rest-poles of grass, trudged along, with much sweat and fuss and wiping of
their foreheads, stopping occasionally to change shoulders. At their side walked a body-guard of eight
Hoppers, armed with pistils, and having side-arms of sword-grass. They were also provided with poison-shoots,
in case of trouble. Other bearers followed, keeping step and carrying the regalia, consisting of chrysanthemum
stalks and blossoms. Then followed, in double rank, a long string of Wasps, who were for show and nothing
more. Between them, inside, carefully saddled, bridled, and in full housings, was a Horse-fly, led by a Snail,
to keep the restive animal from going at a too rapid pace.
Three big, gawky helmet-headed Beetles next
 followed, bearing rice-sprouts, with full heads of rice.
"Oh! oh! look there!" cried a little Grub at the side of the road. "See the little Grasshopper riding on his
"'Sh," said Madam Butterfly, putting one paw on her baby's neck, for fear of being arrested for making a
It was so. The little Hopper, tired of long walking, had climbed on his father's back for a ride, holding on
by the feelers and seeing everything.
Finally, toward the end of the procession, was a great crowd of common Hoppers, Beetles, and Bugs of all
sorts, carrying the presents to be given in Yedo, and the clothing, food, and utensils for the use of Lord
Long-legs on the journey; for the hotels were sometimes very poor on the high road, and the Baron liked his
comforts. Besides, it was necessary for Lord Long-legs to travel with proper dignity. His messengers always
went before and engaged lodging-places, as the Fleas, Spiders and Mosquitoes from other localities, that
traveled up and down the great high road, sometimes occupied the places first. The procession wound up
 with the rear-guard of Daddy Long-legs, and the limping Spider. These prevented any insult or disrespect from
the rabble. After the line had passed, insects could cross the road, traffic and travel were resumed, and the
road was cleared, while the procession faded from view in the distance.
"Mother, what did the worshipful Lord Long-legs look like? I couldn't see him," said little Grub.
"I don't know," replied Madam Butterfly; "I never saw him either, and I don't think anybody else did."
And it was true. All they could see was the palanquin. But it was a fine procession just the same.