OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



slaughtering the same old foe. Garden 

 insects seem to travel for pleasure a good 

 deal, and while there are some methodical 

 bands which return to their old home on 

 schedule time, there are others who just 

 happen along, as it were, merely to spend 

 the summer, like other White Mountain tour- 

 ists. These, if exterminated, do not return. 

 A band of this class, which infested the 

 clematis vines one year, were odious black 

 creatures with long, heavy bodies and 

 foolishly small wings, too weak to use. 

 At first I found it impossible to catch them 

 because, at the least jolt of the twig they 

 were on, they had a trick of just letting go 

 and rolling off into the grass below. I 

 could not make any headway against them 

 until I learned to put my little pail carefully 

 under an infected twig and then joggle it 

 gently. Immediately all the insects would 

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