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in flower, is bordered with a fringe of reeds and rushes in shallower 

 water. In the latter environment was found a colony of the beautiful 

 little LcuchorrJiinia frigida of Hagen, described from Massachusetts, 

 but recorded from comparatively few places, and these mostly to the 

 north of us. So it was with especial delight that I seized the oppor- 

 tunity for making the acquaintance of these little strangers. Strongly 

 pruinose, the eye from its vantage point on the shore held them easily, 

 particularly as they seemed less inclined than their cousin L. intacta 

 for far-reaching excursions, preferring to keep in close proximity to 

 the reeds. Here they hunted, darting actively about close to the 

 surface, dodging here and there among them, and occasionally alight- 

 ing for rest on their stems only three or four inches above the breeze 

 ripples. Their more numerous associates were Ladona extista, with 

 Gomphus c.rilis quite common; and in lesser numbers CcIitJicmis 

 elisa and other generally distributed species. 



Returning to the brook, it was soon wholly in shadow, though the 

 warm sunshine still bathed the opposite hillside. The time had come 

 to turn back, and I stood in midstream beneath a great low-hanging 

 oak limb weighing the difficulties of the way home through the 

 dense steep-sloping woods, with its laurel tangles and fallen logs, 

 against the retraversing of the rough stony bottom involving certain 

 infliction of many ankle twists and foot-bruises, already sufifered to 

 excess on my way up stream. Over the water swiftly zigzagged in- 

 numerable Tipulidae, not seen while the sunlight fell on it, and so close 

 to the surface as to seem actually to be skimming it ; while on a stone 

 at my feet crawled the full grown larva of a stone-fly, soon to leave 

 his fast-clinging exuvia to bleach there throughout the summer. 

 The sudden swoop of a Broad-winged Hawk, as it swept beneath the 

 oak bough on its course down the valley, almost startled me from my 

 footing, but left the wild beauty of the scene more than ever wrapped 

 in breathless silence. Standing there, my indecision brought its 

 reward in the joy we all feel in finding ourselves the observers of shy 

 wild life unconscious of our presence. About two rods down stream 

 there sprang out from the bushes an old weasel, immediately followed 

 by another. With slow, graceful leaps from stone to stone they 

 crossed the brook, there about twenty feet wide. Reaching the oppo- 

 site shore they found a big flat rock in convenient position, where 

 for a while they sported with each other like kittens. After a bit 



