A BUTTERFLY CHASE 



pine to save myself the butterfly danced 

 away, thinking, I dare say, that I was 

 an abnormally developed wood peewee 

 and had just missed getting him for 

 luncheon. Evidently the south wind 

 had blown up from the gulf more than 

 an Arabian Night's atmosphere; it had 

 sent along portions of the fauna as 

 well. A butterfly with a tongue on the 

 end of his proboscis belongs in the land 

 where rocs pick up elephants in their 

 talons and soar away with them! 



Eagerly I sought to follow my Basil- 

 arc hia astyanax and learn more, but it 

 was not so easy. To follow his flight 

 without care as to the setting of my 

 feet might well be to reach a country 

 undiscovered indeed, for from the very 

 bottom of the northern declivity of the 

 terminal moraine well the springs of 

 the fountain head, and out across these 

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