1900] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. 365 



minding us of the scalp-locks and insists that nature always 

 places such locks upon the thoraxes of butterflies, especially of 

 the Famphilas ) and A. Icto disappears down the canon. As we 

 rest and notice the butterfly visitors to the glen we also see the 

 mountain tops in the distance and' think of the treasures wt- 

 have found in similar localities, until our Jehu cracks his whip, 

 and once more we journey upward. The first time we cross t he- 

 stream we see many Papilios, and among them several Papilio 

 indra. To our great sorrow we cannot take time to pursue, 

 for we are going into a strange camp, and hope to arrive before 

 dark. 



A fourth member had joined the party that morning, Mr. J. 

 B. Short, of Salt L-ake City, a gentleman whose locks had been 

 silvered by the icy fingers of time, and who carries the scars 

 and a bullet received in fighting for his country ; a gentleman 

 who, no matter how many years may have passed over his head, 

 will alw r ays love life in the open air, and \vill always be the saint- 

 generous, hospitable, open-hearted host, whom we learned to 

 know and appreciate during the days spent at Silver Lake. It 

 was largely due to his courtesy and to the hospitality of Mrs. 

 Short and their family that our stay here was so pleasant and 

 profitable. 



A tent, with comfortable cots for the night ; a cottage, with 

 food, stove and the necessary cooking utensils ; what more 

 could anyone want than sunshine and time to study the nu- 

 merous insects, plants and animals ? Everywhere 011 the moun- 

 tain sides and tops butterflies were abundant when the sun 

 shone. The stream before our cottage and the lakes about us 

 were well stocked with trout ; the rocks on the mountains shel- 

 tered numerous marmots, gophers and conies ; a pair of eagk - 

 dwelt on the peak back of camp, and when waiting for meal--, 

 or when the sun failed to shine, innumerable beetles beneath 

 the rocks and pieces of bark longed for our attention. The 

 white-crowned sparrow picked up the crumbs about our door 

 and aw T Oodpecker fed its noisy young within a stone's throw of 

 our tents. Mt. Millicent rose before us, Mt. Majestic at our 

 backs, Mt. Scott towered on the right, and from our little val- 

 ley numerous paths led to ideal places of collecting. 



