blue. Who eats the pretty fruit I do not know. To 

 the human palate, its taste is abominable. 



There are several orchids with flowers not at all set 

 off from the pale green moss of bog or woods. These 

 orchids depend on insect visitors for pollination, but 

 they seem to thrive as well, if not better, than the 

 moccasins with their conspiciuous display of pink, 

 white, red or yellow. 



THE INSECT WORLD 



If riddles and miracles appear amongst flowers and 

 birds and animals, the insect world appears as a 

 veritable maze of puzzles, riddles and miracles. Very 

 little, almost nothing, has been done in this region in 

 Forest Entomology. The wilderness awaits its ex- 

 plorer and interpreter. 



At my last camp I arrived late in June and remain- 

 ed into August, and I did see a good deal of the world 

 of little creatures. A small folk they are, bees, 

 wasps, ants, moths and butterflies, beetles and saw- 

 flies, but mighty is their influence upon the forest, 

 far mightier than that of moose and deer, of wolf and 

 bear. 



I have never found any wild honey bees in the 

 evergreen forest; but native solitary bees, bees that 

 do not live in swarms, are numerous enough. Solomon 

 was wise not to set up these little creatures of field 

 and forest as examples of thrift. Many a time I 

 watched them enjoying the warm sunshine of the long 

 summer days, and always they appeared to be just 

 loafing, playing, buzzing and darting about for the 

 sheer joy of it. 



They are very fond of salt solutions, and where 

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