i 4 8 A MIGRATING BUTTERFLY 



spring, meagre and ravenous, their wings worn and 

 battered by the long flight* They will probe the horn 

 of the Columbine, the slender tubes of the Honey- 

 suckle, and every flower that promises them nectar. 

 The exuding sap of the Maple or Birch will be a rich 

 repast, and they will revel for a time in the luxuriance 

 of our northern land* Soon they will seek their mates, 

 like the returning Swallows, and give up their lives 

 in the fulfilment of the law of perpetuation, the first 

 law of nature. 



