296 THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST 



pears that when the Cilen was Foster's Flats, it harboured a few 

 phmts of the Holly Fern {Polystichum lonchitis), and I had planned 

 to hunt for this plant, first downstream away from all frecjuented 

 paths, and then upstream towards the whirljiool. After three 

 hours' unavailing search downstreatn, I descended towards the 

 river bank for another spell of sunshine and entomology. 



Here 1 came upon a thicket of undergrowth — black raspberries 

 in profusion, a tangle of grapevines, clumps of elder, and a sprink- 

 ling of basswood. Halting beside one of these last, before wading 

 into the thicket, I let my eye range over the foliage. Presently 

 I saw a sight that set my heart beating, a pair of tiny longicorns 

 basking on a leaf; it was ten years since 1 had seen the insect — 

 Eupooonius suharmatiis — and then, though 1 had captured the 

 onl\ two I sa\\', one on a basswood log and the other on -» leaf 

 overhead, 1 knew them for the wariest of their kin;l. Cautiously 

 as I approached, my quarry dropped off the edge of their leaf 

 before I could get within range. I had now little hope of success, 

 for the insect was extremely small and the ground a miniature 

 jungle of rank grass. I stood, however, and watched the place 

 under the leaf very closely, devouring the ground inch b\- inch, 

 and presently spied the pair resting on a flat slope of stone, and 

 captured them both with little more ado. 



Nothing else was to be seen about the lower ranks of foliage 

 on this tree, but when I got round to the side next the sunken 

 stretch of thicket, more basswoods appeared in the open; the rasp- 

 berries and the rich drapery of sunlit green beckoned imperiously; 

 I looked at my watch; eleven a.m. The hour was auspicious for 

 sun worship — h-h-h-h-m, bz-z-z-z-z-zm; hullo! I thought, service 

 is just going to begin; here comes the clerk. It was Pelidnola 

 punctata settling down on a grapevine, but very lively, and, what 

 was more to the point, quite out of reach; indeed, he only stayed 

 long enough to clear up the mystery of the night before and then 

 make off. Without delay I stepped down into the thicket and, 

 with an eye focussed for small creatures on grass and leaves, 

 proceeded to range about this tangled riv<}r-glade. 



There is a peculiar cha'-m about moving cautiously through 

 sun -lit spaces or standing at gaze like a pointer on the still hunt 

 for tiny game in the all but breathless glare of July heat. It 



