EARLIEST BUTTERFLIES 



ing wind, dashed down over the tree tops 

 and lighted, a brown splash on the pale, 

 dead grass. Then all in a moment the 

 cloud blew by, the north wind saw the 

 enemy all about him in force and dashed 

 over the rim of the hill, the amber warmth 

 of the sun descending and filling the cup 

 to the brim with the gentle ecstasy of 

 returning summer. 



In the still radiance the brown leaf 

 floated into the air again, hovered a mo- 

 ment before my very eyes, and lighted 

 near by on the gray bones of what had 

 once been the pioneer's apple tree. Thus 

 I received my introduction. I had been 

 spoken to by one of the people of the place, 

 received my accolade as it were, and was 

 privileged to see clearly. For the brown 

 leaf was not a brown leaf at all, but a 

 hunter's butterfly. 



It is astonishing to find already so many 

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