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This lasted for a matter of half an hour. 

 Then a sound of wheels caused me to turn 

 my head. Yes, a pair of gray horses and a 

 covered carriage, with a white net protrud- 

 ing behind, — an entomological flag weU 

 known to all Franconia dwellers in summer 

 time, one of the institutions of the valley. 

 A hand was waved, and in another minute I 

 was being carried toward Bethlehem, all my 

 pedestrian plans forgotten. I was becom- 

 ing that disreputable thing, an opportunist. 

 But what then ! As I remarked just now, 

 "It is not in man that walketh to direct his 

 steps." In vacation days the wisest of us 

 may go with the wind. 



A pile of decaying logs by the roadside 

 soon tempted the insect collector to order a 

 halt. She was brought up, as I have heard 

 her say regretfully, on the stern New Eng- 

 land doctrine that time once past never re- 

 turns, and she is still true to her training. 

 We stripped the bark from log after log, 

 but uncovered nothing worth while (such 

 beetles as the unprofessional assistant turned 

 up being damned without hesitation as 

 "common") except two little mouse-col- 



