We all know Hunter's Butterfly. How many know that its 

 name commemorates that of a most remarkable American, 

 John Dunn Hunter? Captured by the Indians in his infancy, 

 he never knew who his parents were. He was brought up 

 among the savages. Because of his prowess in the chase they 

 called him "The Hunter." Later in life he took the name of 

 John Dunn, a man who had been kind to him. He grew up as 

 an Indian, but after he had taken his first scalp he forsook the 

 red men, no longer able to join them in their bloody schemes. 

 He went to Europe, amassed a competence, became the friend 

 of artists, men of letters, and scientists. He was a prime favor- 

 ite with the English nobility and with the King of England 

 He interested himself in securing natural history collections 

 from America for certain of his acquaintances, and Fabricius 

 named the beautiful insect shown on our plate in his honor. 

 His Memoirs of Captivity Among the Indians are well worth 

 reading. In that charming book, Coke of Norfolk and His 

 Friends, which recently has been published, there are some 

 most interesting reminiscences of this American gentleman, for 

 gentleman he was, although reared by savages. The pre- 

 sumption is established that his unknown progenitors were 

 gentlefolk. "Blood will tell." 



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