THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST 27 



Lec, and Harmonia picta Rand, are common fruit of the white pine, but not 

 here. I have taken Rhinomacer clongatus Lec. in numbers and Dinoderus 

 subsi-riatus Payk. sparingly by beating cut pine tops when the needles were 

 dead enough to fall. 



From these trees I wander through the red maple saplings, speckled alder 

 and blueberry bushes to the edge of the meadow with its gently-waving grasses 

 and tangled cranberry vines. I recline at ease on the soft grass on the bank 

 of a slowly flowing brook, and watch the crows silently flying to and from their 

 nests that I know are hidden in the woods beyond. Dineutes and Gyrinus are 

 whirling and spinning on the water at my feet. The tiger beetles, C. repanda 

 Dej., are hunting on the patches of white sand of the further bank. To the 

 right is a grove of waving pines, the green of their needles contrasting pleasingly 

 with the darkness of their trunks; in front of me are tall chestnuts and oaks; 

 to the left of the green meadow is traversed by the brook that disappears in a 

 sudden bend behind the oaks and chestnuts. Many happy hours have I spent 

 beside this brook, and again I recall the day I swept Leptura deleta Lec. from 

 the Spira?a blossoms almost within the shade of the murmuring pines; the time 

 I almost got Leptura siihhamata Rand, on the same flower, and the plant which 

 bore it is now within my sight. How I pawed around in the dead grass on 

 hands and knees on the soggy meadow bottom for a full hour after the elusive 

 specimen, and with what regrets I finally gave up the quest. And so each 

 spot recalls some entomological event that is again enacted as I dream beside 

 the winding stream. A spotted turtle goes pawing his course down along the 

 bottom of the brook and reminds me that I must be on the move, for it is nearing 

 noon, and although the rain still holds off it will not spare me much longer. 



I must try the grove of young pines half a mile further on for I have found 

 that pines and other evergreens along the edges of a wood are the hiding places 

 of many beetles in cloudy weather, and even in sunny weather after 4 p.m. or 

 before 10 a.m. I have also had wonderful luck sweeping Alniis incana bushes 

 in Maine at sunset, taking many rare things in numbers, such as Elater sanguiiii- 

 pennis Say, and semicinctus Rand., Cardiophortis convexulus Lec, Melanotus 

 leonardi Lec, Corymhites hamatus Say, Lycttis striafus Melsh., and opaculus 

 Lec, Saperda ohliqua Say, and lateralis Fab., Oberea pallida Casey, Agrilus 

 pensus Horn and many other lesser lights. By beating Alnus sprouts when the 

 sun was shining in the afternoon I once took many Dicerca caudata Lec, Eupri- 

 stocerus cogitans Web., and Oberea pallida in Maine. In Massachusetts I have 

 had no such good luck with Alnus, and can only record Anomala lucicola Fab. 

 Harmonia similis Rand, and Adalia frigida Schn., all of which are rather un- 

 common in this locality. 



Down the brook, ignoring the fine sweeping grounds on either side, I hasten 

 on towards the rocky hill fringed with scattered pitch pines and topped with 

 small oaks, hickories and well-browsed hazel bushes. On the south slope is an 

 open grove of young white pines that should well repay a visit. The first tree 

 gives me a regular shower of Dichelonycha albicollis Burm. and Glyptoscelis 

 pubescens Fab., both of which are well-known products. A thorough canvass of 

 the trees yields nothing else, but a barberry bush in flower drops an Elater 

 coUaris Say into my umbrella to lighten the disappointment. 



