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stoud on every side. A new growth of these soft woods was very slowly 

 taking the place of the dead, and meanwhile a great deal of low alder, 

 willow and maple has grown up. 



Mountain flowers in quantities, and generally of very bright colours, 

 were everywhere, and when at about noon the sun shone out, butterflies, 

 especially the blues, swarmed all around. On this up-climb I took my 

 first specimens of Erebia Vidleri, and on a sandy flat a few miles below 

 the big summit a Saturniid moth, Pseudohazis Nuttalli Strecker, was 

 quite plentiful, as also a large dull green tiger beetle. 



From this flat to the summit is the hardest part of the climb, as the 

 trail lises in curves and zigzags innumerable. I soon became very warm 

 indeed, but a tremendous thunder and hail storm soon wet me to the skin. 

 It was unpleasantly cool. I caught no more butterflies after that, but 

 hastened on to the summit shack, where I was able to make a fire and 

 dry off. 



The weather was fine there, so I camped for a day or two, and had 

 very good luck among the butterflies. A species of Meiitcra, which 

 seems to answer only to Taylori Edw., as figured in Holland's Book, was 

 plentiful. 



From here the trail goes down by the side of Whipaw Creek to 

 Princeton, about twenty-five miles. This took me, collecting many things 

 by the way, a day and a half. 



At the Princeton Summit the timber, what there is of it alive, is fir, 

 but after you have descended a few miles, you enter a long stretch of small 

 pines, growing closely together. Gradually this changes, till, in a few 

 miles more, one is in the dry country, where the red-trunked pines stand 

 far apart, and the green grass grows between, all decked with yellow and 

 blue flowers. The trees and grass and flowers and the sky all combined 

 to make very pleasing landscapes. 



Collecting was good all the way, a moth, Syneda hudsonica G. & R., 

 being common, and easily taken, as it flies in the sunlight. 



At Princeton, where I camped by the side of the clear rushing 

 Tulameen, quantities of butterflies and beetles were to be found. Almost 

 every stone or log or piece of bark would have a beetle under it (some of 

 them very large specimens), and the flowers were haunted by members 

 of the same order. The hills rise from the river in a series of steps, or 

 benches, the lowest of which usually has a dense growth of willows, 

 Cottonwood, etc. 



