Sugaring for Moths 
shows faintly upon the silvery-gray bark of the tree. Look 
sharply! Here below are a few Geometers daintily sipping the 
sweets. There is a little Eustixis papula, with its silvery-white 
wings dotted with points of black. There is a specimen of 
Harrisimetnna , the one with the coppery-brown spots on 
the fore wings. A good catch! 
Stop! Hold still! Ha! 1 thought he would alight. That is 
Catocala coccinata —a fine moth—not overly common, and 
the specimen is perfect. * 
Well, let us try another tree. Here they are holding a 
general assembly. Look! See them fairly swarming about the 
spot. A dozen have found good places; two or three are 
fluttering about trying to alight. The ants have found the place 
as well as the moths. They are squabbling with each other. 
The moths do not like the ants. I do not blame them. 1 would 
not care to sit down at a banquet and have ants crawling all 
over the repast. There is a specimen of Catocala relicta , the 
hind wings white, banded with black. How beautiful simple 
colors are when set in sharp contrast and arranged in graceful 
lines! There is a specimen of Catocala neogama , which was 
originally described by Abbot from Georgia. It is not un¬ 
common. There is a good Mamestra , and there Pvrophila 
pyramidoides. The latter is a common species; we shall find 
scores of them before we get through. Do not bother with 
those specimens of Agrotis Ypsilon ; there are choicer things to 
be had. It is a waste of time to take them to-night. Let them 
drink themselves drunk, when the flying squirrels will come and 
catch them. Do you see that flying squirrel there peeping 
around the trunk of the tree? Flying squirrels eat insects. 1 
have seen them do it at night, and they have robbed me of many 
a fine specimen. 
Off now to the next tree! 
And so we go from tree to tree. The lightning in the west 
grows more vivid. Hark! I hear the thunder. It is half-past 
nine. The storm will be here by ten. The leaves are beginning 
to rustle in the tree-tops. The first pulse of the tornado is 
beginning to be felt. Now the wind is rising. Boom! Boom! 
The storm is drawing nearer. We are on our second round 
and are coming up the path near the pasture-gate. Our 
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