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horse in the world, or at least on the Wolds, a 

 steady man, and a patent brake. I am contem- 

 plating one or two papers to be called < Walks on 

 the Yorkshire Wolds.' My first walk will be to 

 Nunburnholme, and the subject the pleasures and 

 advantages of natural history. I am at this moment 

 surrounded by all Mr. Morris's ' British Birds,' ' Nests 

 and Eggs of British Birds/ ' British Butterflies,' and 

 ' British Moths ' (a famous confusion they make in 

 my room), and think I shall be able to write an 

 interesting paper on this subject, which is so 

 congenial to my own tastes." 



For a number of years after he came to Nun- 

 burnholme my father used to see a good deal 

 of another friend of long standing whose tastes 

 accorded with his own. This was the Rev. George 

 Rudston Read, the rector of Sutton-on-Derwent, in 

 the East Riding. Mr. Read was a keen entomologist, 

 and had an excellent collection of butterflies and 

 moths ; this alone would have sufficed to form a bond 

 of union. Many were the "field-days" which the 

 two friends had together in the neighbourhood of 

 Sutton-on-Derwent, while the capture and inter- 

 change of entomological specimens were on these 

 occasions numerous, and not seldom some " scarce 

 articles" passed between them. These moth-hunting 

 visits were known to Mr. Read's family as < camphor- 

 days,' and frequently exciting chases and catches 

 took place by day and night. On one occasion, 

 when "sugaring" at night in Langwith Wood a 

 noted locality for insects Mr. Read and my father 



