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RESULTS 



OF 



A RESIDENCE AT FOCHABERS 



By John Scott. 



It was in the early part of last year that I wrote to Mr. 

 Stainton and some few other of my correspondents of my 

 intended visit to this place for some time on " pressing busi- 

 ness." This of course brought in a host of" wish-you-may- 

 be-successfuls" — " new era in Entomology" — " glad to learn 

 something of a new locality" — " do you take fossores, bees, 

 ichneumons, spiders, aphides," &c, &c. ? and had I been a 

 very giant in the science, and with no other thing to attend 

 to, my kind friends had cut out as much work for me daily 

 as would have served from sunrise till long after the setting 

 of that luminary ; not but that I wished to serve them all — 

 but I could not. The time came for my starting, and at last 

 found me " settled down" in a railway carriage, in which I 

 spent eight hours in a great many ways, concluding the 

 whole by going to sleep. About five o'clock in the morn- 

 ing the guard awoke me with a shake — " Aberdeen, Sir ! " 

 A sudden start, a yawn, a hasty gathering of rugs and other 

 traps, luggage cared for, and all the paraphernalia requisite 

 for a few months stay stowed on and in a crazy cab, and I 

 was jolted away to the " Royal," there to " hang out " for 

 two hours, until the "Defiance, fast four-horse coach," should 

 start for Fochabers. I was shown into the commercial room 



