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the collector, before setting forth under such conditions, should 

 examine his resources wherewith to withstand the warring 

 elements. Should he send the scale down with a thump at 

 twelve stone, he wnll probably find the mackintosh insupportable. 

 The umbrella admits of more ventilation, but it has its dis- 

 advantages, and moreover is always a nuisance when not 

 required. Lastly, there are spirits who, despising such contri- 

 vances, more than whisper the wisdom of neutralising the wet 

 outside by an inward application. The various expedients will 

 continue to meet at least sectional support, while all must agree 

 that the chief desideratum is soundness in wind and limb. 



With little more than a passing glance at such philosophy I 

 took the way, once more (July 24th), to one of the finest hunting- 

 grounds imaginable — North Lancashire. The raid on the insects 

 began next day with a visit to Heysham Moss, near Morecambe, 

 in company with a friend. Here w^e saw Carsia jmhtdata var. 

 imhutata still on the wung and in good condition, but Cd-noni/mpha 

 typlion (davus), Hyria mnricata {auroraria), and AcidaUa fumata 

 were over. This is remarkable, as I have previously taken, at 

 the date, all the species together, both at Heysham and Wither- 

 slack — A. fumata being near the vanishing point. Bomlnjx 

 qnercua and Anarta inyrtUU were also observed on the Moss. 

 We were getting on well, and the moths enjoying the hot 

 sunshine, when a labouring man approached us — evidently with 

 fell intent. He informed us his business was to order all persons 

 of our persuasion off the Moss. This was most disappointing, 

 but the thing was so nicely done, so sympathetically and yet so 

 firmly, that we lingered little after realising the situation. The 

 ruling passion, however, was strong, even in defeat, and we 

 netted a few C. pahidata as w'e trudged ofl\ The very elements 

 had suddenly become hostile, and a severe thunderstorm, with 

 the usual accompaniments of sheet and forked lightning, with 

 possible thunderbolts, made the place like a battlefield. We 

 were soon wet to the skin, and had nothing to do but make the 

 best of it until we reached Lancaster. Our repulse w^as a strange 

 matter, and we did not improve it by afterwards asking per- 

 mission of the landowner (who is a patron of the Lancaster 

 Field and Entomological Club) to again visit the Moss. The 

 request was declined, with regret. In bidding goodbye to the 

 incident, and I suppose to Heysham Moss, it is needless 

 reminding the reader that the owner is within his rights. The 

 chief matter for regret is that the closing of this fine hunting- 

 ground, where good insects are plentiful in the season and 

 within narrow limits, should have been precipitated by the 

 indiscretion of visitors. 



But away we were next morning, to other fields and pastures 

 new, like true nomads. Clougha Pike, one of the outlying 

 Pennines, some 1500 feet above the sea and five niiles east of 



