EARLIEST BUTTERFLIES 



before the pioneer as he sat on his log door- 

 step and rested perhaps from labors in the 

 cornfield, whose hills of earth still checker 

 the level, sandy plain behind his hollow. 

 Strange that the brawny, seventeenth-cen- 

 tury adventurer should be but vanished 

 dust and a dream, while the loam that he 

 stirred with careless hoe holds the form 

 that he gave it more than two hundred 

 years ago ! Five or six times his cornfield 

 has matured a forest, and the great trees 

 have been cut down and carted away, and 

 yet the corn hills linger. Thus easily does 

 the clay outlast the potter. 



When I first marched into the tiny clear- 

 ing the place was silent, brown and de- 

 serted, but that is the way of the woodland, 

 and we soon learn to understand it. A 

 certain aboriginal courtesy is required be- 

 fore you are allowed to become one of the 

 company. Thus among the Eskimos you 

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