Robert Evans Snodgrass, Insects, Their Ways and Means of Living… (1930)
“ THE TREE CRICKETS The unceasing ringing that always rises on summer eve- nings as soon as the shadows begin to darken, that shrill melody of sound that seems to come from nothing but from everywhere out of doors, is mostly the chorus of the tree crickets, the blend of notes from innumerable harpists playing unseen in the darkness. ”
