Their wings are 



in the right place. 

 Even then it is ten 

 to one that you will 

 not find them; for, 

 though your eyes 

 may be resting upon 

 them, you will hard- 

 ly recognize those 

 faded brown or gray 

 scaly chips as the 

 bright sylphs of the 

 autumn sunshine, 

 folded on their backs, concealing the 

 color, and the dull surface now ex- 

 posed is in such perfect harmony with their present 

 dingy surroundings as to conceal all suggestion of their 

 animate existence. Where, then, shall we look for 

 them ? A butterfly hunt in midwinter ! Hundreds of 

 the Antiopa have been found hanging in a single crevice 

 between the boards of a shed, falling to the earth like 

 bark scales when dislodged. They are found beneath 

 loose clapboards and shingles, and the crannies in the 

 hay- barracks beneath the conical roof are a favorite 

 haunt for their hibernation. I have seen a small brood 

 of them sunning themselves around an opening in such 

 a barrack-mow ; and once, in tearing away a slab of bark 

 from an old stump, two or three of this same "yellow 



