A BUTTERFLY CHASE 



IT was a great purple butterfly which 

 led me over the brow of the hill, one of 

 the " white admirals," curiously enough 

 so called, though this one had but four 

 minute spots of white on him near the 

 tips of his wings. Some members of 

 his genus have a right to the name for 

 they have broad bands of white across 

 all four wings, but this one, the Basil- 

 archia astyanax, is a black sheep. 



Nevertheless he is a beautiful crea- 

 ture, well worth following under any 

 circumstances to note the ease and sure- 

 ness of his floating flight and admire 

 the beauty of his velvety rufous-black, 

 shoaling into lustrous blue in the rounded 

 crenulations of the after wings. This 



