in the right place. 

 Even then it is ten 

 to one that you will 

 not find them; for, 

 though your eyes 

 may be resting upon 

 them, you will hard- 

 ly recognize those 

 faded brown or gray 

 scaly chips as the 

 bright sylphs of the 

 autumn sunshine. Their wings are 

 folded on their backs, concealing the 

 color, and the dull surface now ex- 

 posed is in such perfect harmony with their present 

 dingy surroundings as to conceal all suggestion of their 

 animate existence. Where, then, shall we look for 

 them ? A butterfly hunt in midwinter ! Hundreds of 

 the Antiopa have been found hanging in a single crevice 

 between the boards of a shed, falling to the earth like 

 bark scales when dislodged. They are found beneath 

 loose clapboards and shingles, and the crannies in the 

 hay- barracks beneath the conical roof are a favorite 

 haunt for their hibernation. I have seen a small brood 

 of them sunning themselves around an opening in such 

 a barrack-mow; and once, in tearing away a slab of bark 

 from an old stump, two or three of this same "yellow 



