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pair of C. angusticollis before spoken of, but no other beetles 

 worth naming. 



Chillkat is the most northern of all the stopping places on this 

 Alaskan route; it is close to the 6oth degree of North latitude. 

 Here is a narrow grassy border along a moraine, and at the shore 

 line, and I forthwith went ashore with my net. A half dozen 

 Pierids were taken and then came a lull. Presently I began to 

 sweep the grass for beetles, and lo ! some Pterophoridae. So I 

 spent most of the time in getting that little thing, of which there 

 seemed to be several species. This was the most unexpected 

 find of the whole trip. 



At Sitka I remained sixteen days, seven of which were mostly 

 sunny, a remarkable thing, as the people told me, as sunny days 

 are exceptional there. One species of Pieris was common about 

 the streets, P. Bryoncs. One gentleman excited my curiosity by 

 saying that the real Japan silk-worm moth was found there, and 

 so one day he showed me the " moth" flying about his cabbage 

 plants; it was this Pieris. I was also informed that this same 

 butterfly was found all along the vast chain of Aleutian Islands, 

 nearly to Siberia, in great numbers; that it feeds on honey-dew, 

 which is found on the leaves and twigs of Alder bushes, and that 

 he had seen the bushes white from the abundance of the butterfly; 

 all of which is credible. But about Sitka I found butterflies very 

 scarce. Beside this Pieris, I got only one other species, Chryso. 

 helloides, small in size, and almost black. The female, especially, 

 was so dark I could hardly believe it was that species, but the 

 male was rather more like the Southern form, and showed the 

 violet gloss faintly \_Chrys.florus? ED.] 



Near Sitka, a few miles back, is a mountain, Mt. Verstovia, 

 3600 feet high. One fine day I climbed this mountain to above 

 timber line; here, at 3500 feet altitude, to see if a Parnasshts or 

 a Chionobas could not be found. Upon the alpine slopes above 

 timber line was a most lovely butterfly place. Some old snow- 

 banks yet remained here and there, but on many of the drier 

 slopes grass and flowers grew luxuriantly, and the air was so 

 mild, and the sun shone so delightfully, that it seemed as if there 

 must be a dozen Parnassius in sight at any moment, but not one 

 did I see; not a butterfly of any color. I never felt so disgusted 

 and discouraged in my life before. I just gave a big growl of 

 displeasure, and threw down my net and other butterfly traps in 



