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down the abyss. Climbing over this wall and descending from 

 rock to rock, the winds are soon milder and the hunter is pro- 

 tected from them by the steep side of the mountain rising sheer 

 above him. 



On this trip we scarcely hoped to find many of the semidea, 

 fearing that with July they ceased to exist. This idea was soon 

 dissipated, for within half an hour we had taken about fifty. 

 Suddenly a heavy cloud rolled down upon us, having approached 

 the mountain from the north and topping its summit then ex- 

 tended downward towards the southern valley. At once my 

 friend was lost to sight. We knew that it would be useless to 

 hunt any longer in the face of the rising storm, and moreover, 

 that it would be wise to get to the summit quickly. Exchanging 

 our signal halloo frequently we started up. It is the easiest thing 

 in the world to get lost in the mists of Mount Washington, for 

 one crag is exactly like another, and only the oldest guides can 

 recognize landmarks. But where we were we were safe, for we 

 both knew that less than a hundred yards above was the carriage 

 road, and that between us and it was a continual ascent. The 

 rule was simple. Keep climbing up. Half-way down the moun- 

 tain this would not hold, for paradoxical as it seems, ascent in- 

 cludes many a descent. One must climb up and down each spur, 

 and they all look amazingly alike. 



We reached the hotel in safety, and having determined to re- 

 main over night we went in to dinner. The rest of that day was 

 spiritless and uninteresting as the mists grew thicker. Our hopes 

 of hunting moths by light vanished in the impending gloom, 

 consequently we retired at 7.30 to be ready for an early start if 

 the morning should prove propitious. 



At five we were up and watching the grandest sight that either 

 of us had ever seen. After a night of storm the sun rose above 

 the clouds and soon dissipated the upper stratum, so that with a 

 bright dome of blue above we looked down upon a sea of clouds 

 that shrouded in every mountain peak and all the valley in every 

 direction. Stretched before us there seemed to be one long sea 

 ol ice, such as one imagines to exist in the Arctic regions. 



At seven we started down the carriage road walking, and in 

 search of A. montinus. Of this insect Dr. Scudder says: " Per- 

 haps no collector has ever seen more than eight or ten in a whole 

 day's Scramble." At two miles and a half down the carriage 



