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when he nosed that 'ere lantern, Jack said we must 
stop, fur if he tried to get him away afore he'd con- 
sidered matters over, he'd get wild-like, an' there'd be 
a job. It waunt long he nosed it, but it was jest long 
enuf fur the one we was almost on to to git clear off. 
You see, there was a good many o' them 'ere lights, 
an' they must 'a bin about the artfullest lot that ever 
come about these 'ere parts, for we only seen one o' 
they chaps. Harry, he picked up a gimcrack thing 
o' a box with little owlets in it, with pins stuck through 
'em. You may depend on it, that 'ere stuff on the 
trees and them 'ere owlets on pins was to draw the 
birds down arter they'd roosted, so as they culd pick 
'em off with their hands. We be goin' there agin to- 
night, an' if they comes, we're sure to hev 'em, fur 
there'll be more on us at it* 
Exit man, to the edification of the entomologist 
I have known one instance where a zealous col- 
lector 'supped sorrow' for having placed a white 
sheet upon poles at a cross-road on the edge of the 
woods. Opposite the sheet, on stakes, he had fixed 
two very bright lanterns, with large reflectors. His 
movements, as he dashed about here and there with 
his net, to capture the insects that were naturally 
attracted to the lit-up sheet, caused some strange 
figures to be thrown on it, in what appeared truly 
