No, no--the industry of a hive of bees is nothing to this.

Running up--running down--running in all directions: now they unite together to accomplish some general task, and again disperse themselves to perform their individual appointments.
But hark! what comes here?
Room for another element.

'Tis the windstorm, that comes to partake in the triumph of the victory which his ministers have assisted to gain.

But lo! here he comes in person; and now they unite--or how ?--Do they oppose each other?
Here does the windstorm drive back the god of fire from his victim; again the fiery god attempts to reach it; and again he feels that he has met more than his match.

Once, twice, thrice he has failed in getting at it.