A BUTTERFLY CHASE 



the turtle and the bug-terrapin had 

 lain down together in peace and pros- 

 perity, with the bug-terrapin inside. 



I looked up for the butterfly. He 

 was nowhere to be seen. Yet my trip 

 was to be worth while, for right in 

 front of me was an open pool sur- 

 rounded by a quaking bog, a pool 

 t\venty feet across packed almost solid 

 \vith the white panicled heads of water- 

 cress blooms in which swarmed a 

 myriad of bees. Their drone was like 

 that at the front door of a hive on a 

 hot July day, yet it was not a mono- 

 tone as that is. It was rather like a 

 grand chorus singing many parts, for 

 these were all wildwood bees of a 

 dozen varieties. There was not a hive 

 tender among them. 



Lifting my admiring gaze from the 

 pool with its white panicles and 



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