THE CANADIAN ENTOMOLOGIST ( .) 



my eye roved from species to species; basswood, dogwood, willow, 

 water smartweed and so on, when suddenly ray attention was 

 arrested by a whole row of fine specimens of this beetle. "Hullo!" 

 I exclaimed, "where did you get these?" "Oh, on the beach, just 

 -i few days ago." In an instant I had registered a silent vow and 

 next morning hastened off to fulfill it in our old stand-by, the North 

 Wood, equipped for the sacrifice with some sandwiches and a 



yanide bottle. All the morning I searched beech trees diligently, 

 without success, and all the afternoon the same, and at last went 

 home, weary and footsore, having got nothing but aching eyes and 



i stiff neck. In the evening I was round again at my friend's 

 collection. "Are you sure that you got those beetles on the beech?" 

 "Oh, yes, and they were in fine condition; in fact,- one of them was 

 still alive. I guess a thunderstorm the day before had blown them 

 out over the lake; when I went down, the southeast wind was 

 washing them up on the beach." My beech, with an "e," was his 

 beach with an "a"; he had taken his specimens on the lake shore. 

 Disappointments like these are bound to occur; I have spent days 

 in search among spiraea* and hazels which the collectors say are the 

 invariable food of certain species, and so far the result has been an 

 absolute blank. 



We will now move east about a mile, past Davison's old chair 

 factory on the Rice Lake Road, up hill, down dale, and up hill again 

 as far as Bethel. Here we turn south down a grass lane to a wood 

 of pine, oak and maple and skirt along the edge of this wood, keeping 

 close to the fence. Notice that sandy knoll in the wood, just west 

 of us, with a large burrow at the top; I was approaching this one day 

 from the south, gathering morels as I went, when I felt that curious 

 sense of being watched that we sometimes have. Looking up, I 

 saw what I took to be a young collie dog, reddish-brown, sharp- 

 faced, staring straight at me; as soon as it saw me look at it, it made 

 i movement that is very characteristic of the collie, dropped flat 

 on the ground, its head couched between the outstretched fore- 

 paws and so lay, alert and watchful; I took a pace or two forward, 

 when suddenly it did what no collie ever did — dived headlong into 

 a sand-burrow and disappeared. It was a puppy, to be sure, about 

 half grown — a young red fox. 



