THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 83 
for varieties, and watching them fly, as I set the normal forms 
at liberty. Afterwards I pushed on, keeping away to the left 
of the glorious ground behind Whitbarrow Scarr, another 
unknown entomological wooded district, which has never yet 
been asked to give up its insect-treasures, though some of my 
botanical friends have borrowed specimens of its little primrose. 
Looking across towards the opposite wooded ridge, beyond 
the valley, I observed a slight depression in the trees, six or 
seven miles away, apparently, and made for it, following the 
cart-roads when they seemed to lead that way, and leaving 
them when they did not (nobody interferes with anyone 
crossing the fells or fields in that district): they seem rather 
glad to see you, especially if you have any news or tobacco 
to impart to them. Whilst on my way to the ridge I hardly 
saw an insect, but once over its crown, and into a recently- 
cut hoopwood copse, Adippe greeted me all round, now here, 
now there, in the wood, and on the road-sides: such a sight 
I had never seen before. The fiercely hot day and want of 
water forced me to leave, after I had caught and looked at 
nearly a hundred specimens; and the sight of Windermere 
Lake, some miles below me, made me crave for water more 
than ever. Pushing on I crossed the lake, drinking as I 
went, and refreshed at the Ferry Hotel; thence up the zigzag 
road, leading to the village of Sawrey, I turned down the lane 
leading to the foot of Easthwaite Lake, crossed the bridge and 
through the plantation, and was in the Devil’s Gallop: here 
Adippe again appeared. Whilst I was looking at the umbel- 
liferous flowers for Trycheris mediana (here very abundant 
and fine) one alighted under my nose on my net, and I again 
took a great many for examination. Whilst so engaged a 
lady on horseback stopped to ask if I had found anything 
valuable; she seemed to know butterflies pretty well, and I 
showed her an extraordinary well silver-marked Adippe, 
illustrative of my seeming nonsensical—hard run after a 
butterfly, catching it, and then letting it fly—undertaking. 
Whilst so doing a specimen alighted on a flower of Angelica 
sylvestris close to us, which I secured, and showed her it as 
being entirely without silver markings; and this specimen, 
which I thought only a variety of Adippe, on being submitted 
to our good friend Henry Doubleday, for his opinion, is 
pronounced by him to be a veritable Argynnis Niobe. 
