298 THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST 



in my pocket, I drew it out and fittinij it together scooped the 

 enigma into the silken bag, where it writhed and struggled with 

 moth-like rtutterings; it was a tiny bat. 



High up on the same tree I now spotted (in its favorite attitude) 

 another specimen of Eiipogoniiis suharmatus and conceived the 

 happy idea of utilizing the creature's instinct of escape to secure 

 its capture. It evidently loved to sit up on the spacious platform 

 of a linden leaf and "take the sun"; when approached it would 

 nearly always run (or roll) to the edge of its resting-place and 

 drop over; all I had to do was to hold the net well under its perch 

 and then jar the insect into activity. This went like clockwork, 

 and I spent two or three hours in systematic .search about bass- 

 wood foliage. Blatchley does not mention the linden among the 

 creature's food plants, but I took over a doy^'n specimens that day 

 of Enpo^onius sitbarmattis; they were all found basking on linden 

 leaves, and, with a single exception, on being approached, they 

 all launched themselves obligingly into the captivit\" of my insect 

 net. 



It was nearh' three p.m. when 1 decidetl to make a trip be- 

 yond the paths, upstream, in search of the Holly Fern; I first made 

 my way to the last drinking fountain in the Glen, a lovely cold 

 spring that wells out from the base of a giant block of limestone. 

 Here as I turned away refreshed, I saw dangling in an old spider's 

 w^eb — dead but undamaged, and surely a most unusual victim 

 of those silken meshes — the large and handsome longicorn, Ty- 

 lonotus bimaculatus, the only specimen I have ever taken. 



From now on I was a botanist, and though I saw no signs 

 of the Holly Fern, I had the good luck to find a little C(jlony — three 

 or four plants — of Ebony Spleenwort in a grove of hemhxk and 

 cedar. Altogether, it was with great reluctance and a fast-de- 

 clining sun that at last I tore myself away from the Glen and took 

 the car to the monument. Here I spent two hours searching 

 for a wood where report had whispered to me of the Broad-leaved 

 Beech Fern. It was, thus, already dusk when, in spite of the very 

 doubtful clue, I brought m\- search to a successful close and re- 

 turned to my lodgings, tired but determined to have one more 

 look in the morning for the apocryphal and probably long extinct 

 Hollv Fern of Foster's Flats. 



