32 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



CHAPTER VI. 



THE OLD CELLAR HOLE. 



NE pleasant afternoon before the next meet- 

 ing of the butterfly class, Hal and Tom 

 persuaded Rose to go with them, after 

 school hours, for a long walk about the 

 pastures. 



Rose had prepared a little basket of luncheon to eat 

 out under the White Pine, and they were all ready to 

 start when Hal came home. They looked just like a pic- 

 nic party as they went ofl" down the lane. Hal carried 

 the basket, which was pretty heavy, and Rose carried his 

 net for him. Tom had his net too. 



They walked fast across the open field, but when they 

 came to .the bushes they had to step carefully on the 

 little tufts of moss and dried grass, as the ground between 

 them was damp and soft, and here and there they came 

 to little pools of water, which they either had to cross 

 with a jump or go around. 



"Father calls all these pastures the Rail Swamp," said 

 Hal. "It is never so dry here that the cattle cannot find 

 water enough to drink." 



