^Ije CanadJaii |IntomoIu0bt. 



Vol. XLVIII. LONDON. MAY, 1916 No. 5 



POPULAR AND PRACTICAL ENTOMOLOGY. 

 Fresh Woods and Pastures New. 



by franxis j. a. morris, feterborouoh, oxt. 



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Love of novelty never fades: it is the will-o'-the-wisp that 

 lures us on in the morning of our years, and many a dance it leads 

 us through the day. But long before noon we become aware of 

 a steady glow from the opposite quarter: it is the glamour of the 

 past and is destined to brighten our declining days in the evening 

 of life. This charm of the old familiar things so grows on us that 

 at last nothing grips the heart quite like meeting old friends; 

 and among our friends surely not least are the flowers and their 

 myriad winged visitors, so intimately associated with many a 

 long summer's day ramble. So it comes about that a new locality, 

 neither distant enough to be strange, nor near enough to be stale, 

 beckons with both hands (as it were) by this double lure of new 

 and old. 



It was the beginning of May when I first set out to conquer 

 the hinterland of my new home in Peterborough, armed to the 

 teeth (almost) with Gray's botany and a cyanide jar. I had heard 

 so often of the great Cavan swamp that I felt it must be subjugated 

 first and a pretty heavy toll exacted of flora and fauna. One or 

 two who took the trouble to answer me when I pestered them 

 with questions, had told me that if I went far enough west on 

 Smith Street I would certainly find the swamp. So out I marched, 

 bag and baggage, and, sure enough, less than an hour brought 

 me to a great stretch of wooded swamp on the north of the road: 

 a fringe of willows and cedar, a broad belt of tall poplars, and, 

 beyond that, tamarack, spruce, balsam — yes, and o^'er yonder to 

 the northeast, hemlock and a large hardwood of maple — sights 

 to make the botanist's heart beat. But alas! man, who murders 

 to dissect, has drained the Ca\-an swamp in a \ain effort to reclaim 



