68 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 
donned my waterproof suit and decided to ride through it, the clouds 
cleared, and it was then pleasant travelling, and at length I reached 
Polzeath. I was told the name was originally Hayle, and it was 
altered because the people would insist on pronouncing it as if it was 
the infernal regions. I found the lady was “full up,” and I had to 
search elsewhere. The next Cove, Trebetherick, contained a boarding- 
house, principally used by golfers, but was then almost empty, and 
Mr. Buse, the landlord, made me very comfortable, the ménage was 
excellent, and the charges were very moderate. There are only two 
or three more houses in the place, and these are farms. The spot is 
really just at the mouth of the river Camel (from which Camelford 
takes its name). A few minutes’ walk brought me down to the 
sea (or river, whichever one likes to call it). It seemed an ideal 
spot for “sugaring’’—there was a row of posts, also sand-hills, and 
a field of thistles and ragwort—and I decided to give it a trial 
the same evening; but, alas, the only thing I took out of the 
common was Agrotis valligera, one specimen; Leucania conigera, 
L. lithargyria, and, of course, the ubiquitous Xylophasia polyodon 
were plentiful. 
The next day I decided to search for Mr. Gibbs’s spot, so fully 
described, as before stated; having discovered it, I decided to work 
it the same evening. I may say along the road during the afternoon 
I discovered a wing of Agrotis lunigera in a spider’s web, so I knew 
one of the moths which I hoped to get was about. I had never 
taken this species, although I had tried Freshwater for it, but Mr. 
A. J. Hodges told me the time of appearance given by Newman is 
incorrect, and that is probably the reason why I had never captured 
the insect. I took but one specimen of lwnigera that night. I think 
the place must have altered considerably since Mr. Gibbs was there ; 
there are very few posts, and they are across a ditch and much over- 
grown with foliage. The other Leucanias I have mentioned appeared 
again. The next night I was more successful, and secured three 
lunigera ; altogether I captured seven during my stay. I saw nothing 
of Newria saponarie, Hadena adusta, and Triphena interjecta ; never 
having previously taken these species, I was naturally disappointed. 
Mr. Gibbs thinks a house is now built on the spot where he used to 
get them. M. rivata and H. mensuraria were netted. I was 
detained a whole week by the English weather (I won’t say climate). 
An American, on being asked what he thought of our English 
climate, replied, ‘I guess you ain’t got no climate, it’s all weather,” 
and this is generally true so far as my experience goes. 
The first fine sunny day I rose at seven, and cycled to St. Ives. 
As this article is for a scientific journal, I must not give too much 
of what, for want of a better appellation, I may call “domestic ” 
news. I will then not give details of the very pleasant spin over the 
moors, up hill and down dale, in the fifty-five miles’ spin to St. Ives. 
At Hayle Bay the sand-hills are enormous, reminding one of the 
Boulogne-Abbeville route. Large quantities of red valerian and wild 
flowers are found along the cliffs at St. Ives, but I netted nothing of 
importance. Delayed a few hours next day by the weather again, I 
was late in leaving for Land’s End; I found a comfortable hotel 
there, and a landlord that Charles Dickens might have made use of, 
