WILD PASTURES 



resemblance they escape, but to say that 

 they imitate or contrive or mimic seems 

 to me to be to assume a knowledge of 

 the workings of the inner consciousness 

 of an insect that not even the most care- 

 ful student can have. I am more in- 

 clined to believe that the so-called 

 mimics are fortunate in an accidental 

 resemblance and so escape the destruc- 

 tion of their species which has fallen 

 upon many a less fortunate type. 



Yet no butterfly, however exquisite 

 his coloring, or however strong and 

 graceful his flight, twangs with his 

 fluttering wings the fine heartstrings of 

 romance as does the monarch. The 

 first one that came dancing down the 

 sunlight to the sweet rocket in bloom in 

 my garden this spring brought to me a 

 spicy odor of tropic isles. The beating 

 of his wings shed, as he passed, faint 

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