Collecting in Japan 
Butterfly .—This species differs from M. minuta only in having 
the black markings darker and the outer median bands of spots 
on the upper side yellow. On the under side the pattern of the 
markings is exactly as in M. minuta. It seems to me to be a 
dark, aberrant form of M. minuta , but is very well marked, and 
constant in a large series of specimens, so that we cannot be sure 
until some one breeds these creatures from the egg. Expanse, 
the same as that of M. minuta. 
Early Stages. —Unknown. 
Habitat, Arizona. 
In addition to the species of the genus Melitcea illustrated in our 
plates there are a few others which are credited to our fauna, some 
of these correctly and some erroneously, and a number of so-called 
species have been described which are not true species, but varie¬ 
ties or aberrations. 
COLLECTING IN JAPAN 
I was tired of the Seiyo-ken, the only hotel at which foreigners 
could be entertained without the discomfort of sleeping upon the 
floor. There is a better hotel in Tokyo now. I had looked out 
for five days from my window upon the stinking canal through 
which the tide ebbs and flows in Tsukiji. I felt if I stayed longer 
in the lowlands that I would contract malarial fever or some other 
uncomfortable ailment, and resolved to betake myself to the moun¬ 
tains, the glorious mountains, which rise all through the interior 
of the country, wrapped in verdure, their giant summits capped 
with clouds, many of them the abode of volcanic thunder. So I 
went by rail to the terminus of the road, got together the coolies 
to pull and push my jinrikishas, and, accompanied by a troop of 
native collectors, made my way up the Usui-toge, the pass over 
which travelers going from western Japan into eastern Japan 
laboriously crept twelve years ago. 
What a sunset when we reached an elevation of three thou¬ 
sand feet above the paddy-fields which stretch across the Kwanto 
to the Gulf of Yeddo! What a furious thunder-storm came on just 
as night closed in! Then at half-past nine the moon struggled 
out from behind the clouds, and we pushed on up over the muddy 
roads, until at last a cold breath of night air sweeping from the 
west began to fan our faces, and we realized that we were at the 
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