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of which was found by Mr. Lemieux. Also winged ants are shown 

 which were found with the rest of the colony under a stone ; and 

 three specimens of a salamander (Spelerpes bilineatus) found by 

 Mr. Lemieux, under a stone beside a brook. 



These specimens are produced one after another from in- 

 teresting looking paper bags ranged side by side on a stump. 

 There is something that raises one's hopes about those paper 

 bags! And now, expectation, fed on snails and ants and sal- 

 amanders, is watching with large eyes for the next bag. This 

 bag has been handed to the speaker by Mr. Gibson. It is opened, 

 and out is Hfted a squirming, resisting, black and white object, 

 a conspicuously colored milk snake {Coronella doliata). This 

 snake, it is pointed out, is very similarly marked to one collected 

 near the Rifle Range last year, and which was mentioned in the 

 zoological report as probably being a specimen of a southern 

 variety of the milk snake. 



There were yet other things found this afternoon. From Mr. 

 Gibson we found that the backward spring had been a little too 

 much for our entomological friends, and they had been keeping 

 indoors much longer than was their custom. A single specimen 

 of the native white butterfly was seen, also a few geometrid 

 moths flying in open places. Under flat stones, the most interest- 

 ing objects secured were some specimens of a very large spider, 

 which as yet has not been determined. Hibernating larvae of 

 Noctua dandestina, Leucania commoides and Isia Isabella were 

 found, too, as well as specimens of several kinds of ground 

 beetles. 



We had the pleasure of having with us, accompanying Mr. 

 Gibson, an Honorary Member of the Club, the Rev. G. W. 

 Taylor, a distinguished entomologist from Wellington, B.C. 



And now it is over. The soft mists of early afternoon which 

 had gathered into great clouds, now sprinkle a few drops just to 

 show what they might have done. But the homeward-bound 

 are on the quaint old road, by its rows of elms and poplars, and 

 it matters not. It is just an opportunity for Nature to show 

 one more beauty, her own special color scheme, for the green 

 of woods and fields, the blue of sky and water, the gold and pink 

 of sunset, and grey and mauve of evervthing, are gathered in 

 one radiant, soft-tinted arch across our path a rainbow. 



R. B. McQ. 



