Note 55 — PETER KALM’s TRAVELS. (continued 2)
Johann Reinhold Forster translation
May the 22d. The locusts began to creep out of their holes in the ground last night, and continued to do so to-day. As soon as their wings were dry, they began their song, which is almost sufficient to make one deaf, when travelling through the woods. This year there was an immense number of them. I have given a minute account of them, of their food, qualities, &c. in the Memoirs of the Swedish Royal Academy of Sciences55; it is therefore needless to repeat it here, and I refer the reader to the quoted place.