A BUTTERFLY CHASE 



In early July you will find the water- 

 cress in bloom in the open pools, sur- 

 rounded by quaking bog and alder 

 shade. Toward this my butterfly had 

 gone, and I followed, balancing warily 

 from clump to clump in the grateful 

 coolness, testing each foothold lest it 

 drop me into the clinging depths below 

 whence nothing but a derrick might 

 lift me. The arethusa, daintiest of 

 orchids, nodded its pink head at me 

 from the quaking sphagnum, daintily 

 bowing me on, but I paused a moment. 



In the water right between my feet 

 was a spotted turtle that had just cap- 

 tured an appetizing, but by no means 

 dainty morsel. This was a terrapin- 

 like bug that was more than a mouth- 

 ful. His body, indeed, was already out 

 of sight, but claw-like legs protruded 

 from both sides of that isosceles tri- 

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