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back and forth and soon made attempts to fly. The wings 

 gradually straightened and dried. At last the insect showed all its 

 beauty; it was no longer the dark, ugly thing that emerged from 

 the chrysalis, but a black, velvet butterfly, the beautiful black 

 swallow-tail. It was a most perfect specimen. After watching 

 it for a while, I opened the receptacle and made my much admired 

 prisoner free. Away it flew to continue a life history which has 

 been unvaried for ages. 



From observations such as these the nature-lover derives much 

 enjoyment as well as a knowledge of some of the many wonders 

 which nature holds for him. 



Black swallow-tail butterfly 



Over the fblds where the brown quails whistle, 

 Over the ferns where the rabbits lie, 



Floats the tremulous down of a> thistle. 

 Is it the soul of a butterfly? 



— T. W. Higginson. 



