The silk-worm, too, is said to be a native of the isle of Cos,
where the vapours of the earth give new life to the flowers
of the cypress, the terebinth, the ash, and the oak which have
been beaten down by the showers. At first they assume the
appearance of small butterflies with naked bodies, but soon
after, being unable to endure the cold, they throw out bristly
hairs, and assume quite a thick coat against the winter, by
rubbing off the down that covers the leaves, by the aid of
the roughness of their feet. This they compress into balls
by carding it with their claws, and then draw it out and
hang it between the branches of the trees, making it fine
by combing it out as it were: last of all, they take and roll it
round their body, thus forming a nest in which they are enveloped. It is in this state that they are taken; after which
they are placed in earthen vessels in a warm place, and fed
upon bran. A peculiar sort of down soon shoots forth upon
the body, on being clothed with which they are sent to work
upon another task. The cocoons[1] which they have begun to
form are rendered soft and pliable by the aid of water, and
are then drawn out into threads by means of a spindle made of
a reed. Nor, in fact, have the men even felt ashamed to make
use[2] of garments formed of this material, in consequence of
1.
2.