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of Liiiienltis caniilla, and like it, returning to bask on some projecting 

 branch or bush. The streams here are very much overgrown with 

 greenery (brambles, clematis, etc.), and their banks are generally 

 precipitous, so that it is extremely difficult to take the insect when it 

 is passing its time in this way. An occasional shot as it leaves its 

 usual line of flight to attack another butterfly" is about the only 

 chance one gets, and that is a very slight one. If missed it disappears 

 for a while, but will finally return to the same spot, settling upon 

 some inaccessible branch overhanging the stream. It is best to let 

 A. eliaa alone when in these situations, for it can be found in much 

 greater numbers in more convenient localities, and acting in quite a 

 di fie rent way. 



About 500 inetres higher up the stream, and well up on its right 

 bank, are some fields partly covered Avith flowers and grass which are 

 cut for hay by the natives. These fields are pretty steep, and their 

 upper parts are overgrown with bracken and wild flowers chiefly 

 belonging to the Compositae and Lahiaiae. Brambles are common 

 (far too common for the nets and one's legs), but, although in full 

 flower, they do not attract lepidoptera here as they would on the 

 Continent. Hidden by this growth are numerous granite boulders 

 and stones, which are liable to cause one unhappy surprises when in 

 chase of a desired specimen. Here, then, is the true haunt of A. clisa. 

 The bright fulvous males may be seen any fine morning in July flying 

 rapidly over the bracken with a very difl'erent motion to their sailing 

 flight by the stream banks. Every now and then one will dip doAvn 

 suddenly into the thick growth and disappear. If followed quietly it 

 will be observed flying in and out between the stems and beneath the 

 foliage, evidently searching for the female. It now reminds one very 

 much of Jh-enthis euphrosyne, or, for the matter of that, A. aijlaia. It is 

 quickly out again, dodging off at right-angles, and perhaps settling 

 suddenly this time upon a flower, on which it feeds for a while, partly 

 closing and opening its wings meantime. Now is the chance to take 

 it, and I find the best plan is to bring the net down vertically and 

 sharply, and not to try scooping it up. I lost numbers in the latter 

 way, for they dodge down and sideways with great agility, and at the 

 same time the net is sure to become entangled in some bramble or 

 briar, causing anything but peaceful feelings in the collector's inward 

 self. If missed, it is no good trying to follow the butterfly. Let it 

 go, others will soon turn up, and in course of time it will return also. 

 On July 9th my friend and I took 23 males in the morning, missing 

 as many again. One female only fell to my lot, and strange to say 

 she was so worn as to be useless as a specimen, whereas all the males 

 were quite fresh, though a few were badly gashed. 



I kept this female alive, and, digging up some violet and straw- 

 berry plants growing in the field, enclosed her over them. Next 

 morning I had the satisfaction of watching her lay a good number of 

 eggs. She commenced laying about 8 a.m. in full sunlight, and 

 continued to do so intermittently until about 10.30 a.m. During 

 this time I twice sprinkled the plants with water which she readily 

 drank, resting some time afterwards before recommencing her work. 

 She would walk down the muslin on to the leaves, and, dipping her 



* Isforia lathoiiia, several times. 



