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days. Rut what is rest, doing nothing at all ? To me, to do nothing 

 at all, but to "laze" absolutely — if you will allow the modernism — 

 is the most wearying of all occupations. 



So, having been good and taken a Sabbath day's rest, I was ready 

 for a quiet day on and above Ober Alpinaon Monday, June 30th, but 

 little was on the wing, for clouds occasionally hid the sun, though 

 Papilio machaon soon sailed by in her queenly way when undisturbed, 

 and evidently it was not the first day of her appearance — others fo - 

 lowed, none good enough for capture ; and as I made my way up the 

 steep incline, for I fear I did not keep to the legitimate path, Par- 

 nassius apollo sped by at a rapid pace — apollo always seems to me to 

 be a much more sporting insect than its near relation delius, of course 

 it is quite proper that it should be ; the latter (delius) allows itself 

 to be so easily captured compared with it, and at first there is always 

 with me a certain amount of excitement in taking apollo, a feeling I 

 do not think I ever experience with delius ; then comes another and 

 another, all quite fresh, evidently the virgin flight of more than one. 



Still I ascend, disturbing Leptidla sinapis, which falls easily to 

 the net and is quite a typical specimen, then comes a large beautifully 

 fresh F.ndrosa irrorella, whilst among the pine woods a handsome dark 

 Gnophos myrtlllata was boxed at rest, and others not so dark caught 

 on the wing. At last we emerge into the meadow below the small but 

 welcome restaurant, with the pretentious name Ober Alpina, and the 

 first thing that comes across the flowers is Heodes hippothoe, a perfectly 

 typical example, though taken 7000 feet above the sea, Lyccena semi- 

 argus comes next, followed rapidly by several eumedon, a single icarus, 

 the only one caught here, and a single astrarche, which latter I do not 

 think I have ever taken so high before. 



But the view from here ! How glorious it is with its series of 

 lovely coloured lakes as far as the eye can reach, and the mountains 

 and the colour of all — a view that never fades from the memory ; but 

 as I ascend yet higher a gale of wind springs up of such force that 

 no insect would breast it, and so I return down the other side into 

 calmer regions to the Campfer Lake, adding nothing to my list ex- 

 cept a single Colias plilcomone. 



The next day was dull and cold, with a heavy snow storm all 

 afternoon and evening ; but the Wednesday was beautiful, and it was 

 interesting to see how soon the warm rays of the sun brought the 

 butterflies to the flower heads to dry their wings in the welcome heat. 

 Two Papilio machaon were very conspicuous, both bedewed all over, 

 one literally with snow on its outspread wings, raised at about a right 

 angle to each other and with the primaries covering a good half of 



