THK UPl'EK KNGAmNE IN I'.lll. 1 G3 



sunny. One day on the lower Yvonand road I saw a good number of 

 A/iotiira iris all along, but the strong breeze from the lake must always 

 interfere with what might be a most excellent place, and good probably 

 also for Limenitis pajiidi. I feel rather inclined, if possible, to go 

 again next year to Yverdon, to see if the dark abs. are again as 

 numerous as in 1905. I should like, too, to try the wood south of 

 Chavornay (one hour otl") again, where I did so well in an hour in 

 1905, and to visit a wood I see four or five miles south of Yverdon. 



At Finhaut in August I got very little. The only good high place 

 was the large valley beyond and below the Col de la (iueuroz. The 

 Barbarine Club Hut is in it. From its size and isolated position it 

 might i)e a first-rate place, but I was there too late, and the rantassiiis 

 ili'liiis, llreitthis jhiIcs, and forms of ]\i-rhia I saw were all old." 



The Upper Engadine in 1914. 



By Hy. J. TURNER, F.E.S. 



Year by year, as my wife and I have passed the great fortress of 

 Belfort and seen the earl}' sun shining peacefully over the prosperous 

 towns, Altkirch and Mulhausen, on our way to the Swiss mountains, 

 have we thought of the terrible scenes enacted and the devastation 

 achieved in the war of 1870. Little did we think as we again saw 

 these fertile fields in the early morning of .July 25th, 1914, that almost 

 ere another week had passed, the scenes would be re-enacted with even 

 greater "frightfulness" than before. 



Our usual way is to go direct to Paris, get a substantial evening 

 meal, and do the somewhat tedious crossing of France in the night, 

 reaching Bale in time for an early breakfast, and thence have the 

 choice of trains to our destination. This year we were bound for the 

 Engadine, and after a good breakfast on liale platform entrained for 

 Chur, where we had our midday meal and a walk in the town while 

 waiting for the afternoon train to St. Moritz. The weather v.as 

 delightful, and what could be finer than the grand and wild scenery of 

 the Albula as the train wound its way through the mountains, some- 

 times at giddy heights above huge ravines, sometimes in spiral tunnels, 

 sometimes in open valleys, always with change of scene, until finally, 

 after passing through the long tunnel under the Guimals to Bevers, 

 we saw the delightful Engadine valley, and leaving Samaden and 

 Celerina behind at last came to the Innfall ravine, and reached St. 

 Moritz station about 6 p.m., quite ready, after a wash and change, for 

 a hearty meal. 



The next morning, July 26th, the sun shone gloriously, and I was 

 out before 7 o'clock. My way was along the upper Campfer road, 

 towards that village, to the slopes of the Suvretta, which 1 found so 

 prolific in insect life in July, 1907. The air was very cool, and every- 

 thing was soaked w'ith moisture from the rain which had fallen in the 

 night. Turning to the right by the St. Moritz cemetery, I was 

 astonished to see a huge hotel standing right on top of one of the 

 choicest parts of the ground I had previously known. 



Passing some little way beyond this hotel on the lower path I had 

 one of the greatest pleasures of an entomologist abroad, that of seeing 

 the insects creep up from the herbage as the rays of the sun, rising 

 over the mountains, gradually reach them. Not in ones or two< i\o 



