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tlie inside branches. My foot slii)i)e(I as I tried the first, and I was wet 

 to the knee, witli a bootful of mud. Being so situated, I utilised the 

 position and beat lustily, with the reward of number one. Of eourse I 

 at once peopled every branch in imagination with dozens. But thougli 

 I wet botli legs and spoiled ni}' boots, and nearly spoiled my temper, T got 

 no more. It was lucky tliat I got one, or I might have given up. Number 

 two came in al)out an hour, out of a little, stunted, sliabby-Iooking sallow 

 in a pine ride, which I was tempted to pass by, as unworthy 

 of the effort of beating. So far I was doing well. Then came a 

 terrible Idank of over two liours. 80 I sat down and rested and re- 

 freshed my interior machinery. I had finished the best of my country, 

 full of splendid sallows, so there was nothing to do but to beat gradually 

 homewards. After an hour of fruitless labour I came across the ideal 

 sallow, standing alone in an opening among a grand group of oaks. 

 How many someone else had got out of it, I shall never know. It had 

 been well beaten. I tried it over again with no result, until I spied a 

 little branch in the middle, apparently untouched. I got a corner of 

 the tray under it, shortened my stick, and with some difficulty gave it 

 a vigorous tap. The tray would not come out, and I could hardl}^ see 

 into it. At last I worked it carefully out, and oh joy ! there were two 

 little pairs of horns anxiously working from side to side. I will 

 draw a veil over my unseemly joy. Only let me jooint the moral, 

 *■ Always beat little inside branches.' I did not care much what liapjiened 

 now, and beat carelessly homewards ; but m}^ luck held, and I got one 

 more out of a small sallow right in among some pines. 



So much for what was to me an eventful day : and why should I 

 relate the duller days when I have got only one or none. Let ill 

 memories rest. Onlj' let me exhort any who have the chance, to take 

 their trays in May and work the sallows, whether they be standing high 

 and dry, or in the middle of a marsh. Iris wanders very far from its 

 unapproachable haunts among the oaks in search of sallows, and you 

 never know on what stunted little bush may l)e feeding the horned 

 head, which is so dear a prize, if not to all, yet at any rate to G. M. A. 

 Hewett. 



plotes on Butterfly Pupae, Witli some rexriarl^s 011 the 

 Phylogenesis of the ^liopalocera. 



By T. A. CHAPMAN, M.D., F.E.S. 

 (Concluded from page 130). 



Scudder notes that, among other things, the primeval liutterfly hy- 

 bernated as a pujja. If this be true, then the line separating butterflies 

 from moths must be drawn l)etween the Papilionids andtlie llesperids ; 

 for only a few, and those of the higher, lleapcridae, hibernate as pupae ; 

 the Bapilionids and all above them are l)utterflies, the rest are moths. 

 It is, perhaps, well to assert this in this dogmatic fashion, as it affords 

 an oi)portunity of referring to the many moth-characters jiresent in the 

 Skippers — characters not of the Maoro-Heteuocera, but of the 

 '• Micros." Of course, the whole matter is only one of words. Butter- 

 flies, at and above the Pajiilionids, are butterflies ; Sesia, Cos.vus and 

 UeplaJus, are moths ; the Ski})pers are intermediate, but are so mucli 

 closer to tlie l)utterflies, that it is more correct to call them butterflies 



