266 THE KNrOMOL0(iIST'« RECORD. 



every precaution is needed on single railway lines, for all our modern 

 inventions have not yet enabled two trains travelling in opposite 

 directions to i>ass each other on the same line of rail. But we must 

 live in hope. This apparent impossibility is already accomplished 

 with the electric telegraph, where messages may be sent simultaneously 

 in opposite directions on a single wire, and we ignorant 19th century 

 folk must not say "impossible " to anything. 



At the second station beyond ^lorpeth — Augerton, I was joined by 

 Mr. Finlay of Meldon, whose familiarity with the home of the insect 

 I sought, made my quest easy and advantageous. At Long Witton 

 we alighted, the remainder of our journey being made with the able 

 assistance of " Shanks his nag." For a mile or more we pursued our 

 way over a tolerably good road, Mr. Finlay from time to time point- 

 ing out what he considered objects or places of interest, most of them 

 connected with our favourite pursuit. Rothley Craggs was noticed 

 as the best place to take Laiyntia cacsiata, an insect I had already 

 taken on the Durham moors about Caldron Snout and High Force. I 

 asked if the hills looming in the distance were the Cheviots, but was 

 answered almost in the words of the dramatist — 

 " The Cheviot Hills you cannot see, 

 Because they're not in sight " — 



the Simonside range, to which my gaze had been directed, intercept- 

 ing our view of the more distant Cheviots. My local knowledge thus 

 proving so miserably deficient, I contented myself with asking what 

 this or that might be, but making no further attempt to expose my 

 ignorance of the locality. Yet I nearly connnitted myself in another 

 way. My day had been so long already that I forgot it was yet 

 morning, and thought the sun was now in the west. Mr. Finlay, 

 however, saved me the exposure by pointing to Cambois, and naming 

 the direction in which it lay. We were now approaching the moors, 

 and the character of the vegetation was charming. The softer grasses 

 of the meadow and pasture were replaced by sedges and carices. Ling 

 and heather varied with the turf. A single brown moth Hew up at my 

 feet; it was quickly captured, and proved to be Tartii.r rihuniiana, a 

 species only found on northern moors. I felt inclined to linger here 

 and secure a series, but Mr. Finlay urged me on, for the day, though 

 still fine, he said, might not continue so, and we could obtain this when 

 returning. Pointing to a wall, perhaps a quarter of a mile further on, 

 my companion said, "Once beyond that wall and we shall find C.tldni.s." 

 But he had scarcely uttered the words when a brown butterfly 

 flew up, and I saw C darus alive for the first time. A short 

 chase, and I secured the prize for which I had journeyed 

 so far. " Now," I said, " I am content. If I get no more 1 have 

 at least accomplished the object of my journey ; " but there were 

 plenty moi-e, though the sun, which had shone brightly till now, was 

 obscured at intervals by passing clouds. As soon as the sun ceased 

 to shine, the butterfly ceased to fly, and we had to wait the passing of 

 the cloud before we saw it again. I took the opportunity of these 

 cloudy moments to examine the nature of the ground. It was called 

 a moor — Greenleighton Moor — but it was a bog to all intents and 

 purposes. By stepping on the tufts of heather we could keep 

 our feet tolerably dry, but it was not easy to run, and there was water 

 between all the tufts, and plenty of it. It was easy to push our sticks 



