144 THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST. 



It was here that I secured my second New England record (first one 

 at Wales, Me.) of Geotrupes semiopacus, which was boring in the 

 earth beneath excrement. A sluggish ChaJcophora fortis that was 

 waiting on the end of a log for the sun to appear again, fell over 

 backwards to escape my menacing fingers and landed in the waiting 

 net. 



Near here, on a sunny day, I swept two Agrilus crinicornis 

 from the leaves of the red raspberry. This genus does not seem 

 to be abundant in Main , where I have collectsd. I have once 

 found A . hilineatus in numbers on red oak leaves and logs, and at 

 another time captured a good series of pensus on the leaves of 

 Ostrya. This species was also taken in small number . by beating 

 Alnus incana after sunset. A single specimen of the rare lateralis 

 was taken at the same time at Wales, Me. A very few specimens 

 of obsoletoguttatus have been taken on oak and scattering individuals 

 of poll ins are occasionally seen. 



Among the other species taken in this locality were the folowing: 

 Schizogenius amphibius, Amara erraticus, Rhizophagus approxi- 

 matus {?) Lathridius liratus, Tyrus humeralis, Connophron fossiger, 

 Xantholinns cephilus, Conosoma littoreum and knoxii, Gronevtis 

 (Corylophus) truncatus, Ernohins liiteipennis, Annohium notatum, 

 Ptilinus ruficornis, Ccenocara scymnoides, and Anthicus ephippium. 



A week is a most deplorably short space of time for an ento- 

 mologist to explore the possibilities of a new region, and yet, with 

 all the fields and forests before me, I return again and again to the 

 sun-baked piles of logs and slabs, fascinated with the thought that 

 just ahead there is another rarity. The noon hour passes into 

 oblivion, and the faintly stirring memory of an early breakfast 

 vanishes with the capture of a handsome Buprestis. The rays of 

 the afternoon sun come slanting down between the pines and I 

 say to myself, "Just once more around the piles," but the six 

 o'clock mill whistles find me amid the flying bark-beetles and the 

 falling dusk sends me reluctant toward the supper table. 



To the entomologist there comes anticipation — and the mind 

 conjures up a beautiful country swarming with unknown forms; 

 realization — and the nature student is delighted with the never- 

 failing unexpected; retrospection — and time has softened the 

 harshness, effaced the petty annoyances, and magnified all that 



