I02 LEPIDOPTEROLOGIE COMPARÉE 



accords with the division of régional forms, we may be at the 

 point of transition, or possibly within one of the areas of inter- 

 mixture; and the appearence of examples in the British Muséum 

 (South Kensington) from southern Argyll, taken on Kilmun 

 Hilltops on the Clyde, seems to confirm the suggestion. 



It was on the slopes of Ben Lomond (3192 ft.) in Stirlingshire 

 that twenty seven years ago I made my first acquaintance of 

 C œnonymfha /iphon, var. laidion. An Oxford " Long Vacation ", 

 and the fact that choiera was raging on the Continent, had pro- 

 vided the opportunity to see something of our native land, and 

 accordingly we had made our headquarters at Tarbet where the 

 Loch narrows, and the mountains are reflected in the still blue 

 waters of that loveliest of lakes. There is nothing of the grandeur 

 of the Swiss Alps or the Pyrénées in thèse lesser hills which we 

 regard as mountains. The Grampians, bare granité, and frowning 

 précipice, hâve a grandeur of thcir own; but in retrospect, at ail 

 events, Ben Lomond rising from the loch amid a circlet of green 

 fields and forests is but a.gentle adventure. Crossing the water 

 in the orthodox leaky punt which does duty for a ferry, or did 

 in those simpler days, " the row across was delighful, and the 

 view superb. We carefully drew the tubby old boat into land, 

 and then enquired which way the path lay at a small solitary 

 cottage. The owner pointed vaguely upwards, and assured us 

 that we could not possibly miss our road, so we marched along 

 upon the track indicated... We soon lost our way, and simply 

 followed our noses upwards. The flowers and ferns were beau- 

 tiful, especially the délicate pale pink bog heath. Over one wide 

 stretch of moor my brother captured two " Large Heaths " very 

 dexterously, and as I had a pin he secured them in my hat. At 

 last we found ourselves on the top of something we innocently 

 believed to be the Ben, when. Oh ! disappointment, we found that 

 we were opposite Inversnaid, and literally miles from our goal. " 



I trust I may be pardoned one more short extract from my 

 sister's travelling journal of 1884... " At last we got on the long 

 desired summit where the wind blew clear and cold, and where 



