76 THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST 



eye brooded over the scene, the spirits of a thousand vanished hours started 

 from every nook and corner of the land. 



After lunch we moved south through the narrow strip of woodland. The 

 first section of this was mixed wood, and many trees were lying about in the 

 unsightly confusion known as a "slash;" some of them had been felled two or 

 three years before, others had fallen soon after, victims of the first gale that 

 smote their unprotected flanks. It was hot work and slippery making one's 

 way from point to point, and only a succession of lucky finds kept one going 

 at all. 



My first strike was where a butternut and a maple had fallen together! 

 onalimbandsome boughs of theformer I took 3 or 4 more specimens of Neoclytus 

 erythrocephalus racing madly along in the sunshine; and on the under side of the 

 maple trunk, — it Avas a lean-to — I captured one specimen of Urographis fasci- 

 ahis and one of Goes oculakts; on a near-by elm I took several PhysQcnemum 

 brevilinenm and 2 specimens of Saperda tridentata , and finally on a basswood 

 2 or 3 seasons dead, a specimen of Saperda vestita and 3 of Hoplosia nuhUa, the 

 latter evidently just emerged from a dead and broken bit of limb half way up 

 the trunk. 



Further south the strip of woodland had been almost entirely pine with 

 an occasional oak, not heavily wooded, but with many open glades made beautiful 

 by beds of bracken interspersed with orange lilies; it was here that I had first 

 found in any abundance, among blossoms of the large wild geranium, the pretty 

 little longhorn — pale yellow, decorated with spots of black — Pachyta monticola. 

 Now, hardly a tree was left standing, and the whole space was invaded by a 

 wilderness of tall, rank grass and weeds; here and there, half buried in the 

 vegetation, lay heaps of decaying pine brush, and from some of the larger 

 branches, carefully picked up and scanned, were taken 6 or 8 specimens of 

 Leplostyhis sexgiittalus. Finally as we reached the higher ground at the south 

 end of the plateau, where fewer trees had been felled, I captured a specimen of 

 Leptura zebra just climbing up through the sheaf of leafy shoots about an oak 

 stump. Two or three years before when first some of the oak and other hard- 

 wood here had been felled, I had taken early in July quite a number of good 

 things by laying chips of freshly prised bark on the sappy stumps, my captures 

 including the handsome Calloides nobilis, Arhopalus fidminans, Centrodera 

 decoJorata, and a small species of the Oak-pruner (Elaphidion). But now, though 

 empty tunnels and fresh borings gave ample evidence of insect life in the dead 

 wood, there was nothing visible on stump or trunk except this solitary specimen 

 of Leptura zebra, an insect I have occasionally captured pollen-feeding in the 

 clusters of New Jersey Tea as well as on oak stumps. 



And here under the pines near the edge of the most southerly slope one 

 gladly sprawled for a few minutes' rest, looking out across the plains to Lake 

 Ontario and Port Hope, and ruminating pleasantly over the past. Then up 

 for a four-mile stretch by side-road, lane and field, fragrant of wild grape and 

 sweet briar, and so home at last, dog-tired, hungry as hunters, and every bit as 

 happy. 



