MY FIRST CAMP VISITORS. 9 



doors, where air untrammeled can fan his brow, 

 where turf or sward, soft and yielding, will 

 furnish a resting place, where no shelter other 

 than the shade of his forest companions, the 

 trees, will be his. 



By eight o'clock my tent is up. Already the 

 turtle doves and "red-heads" have welcomed 

 me. My first real visitor is a bald hornet in 

 search of a breakfast. Without a "by your 

 leave" he flies into the open door of the tent, 

 butts against the top in various places, then is 

 out and away, his quest unsuccessful. Should 

 he come again to-morrow he will doubtless have 

 better luck, for no flies as yet are using the 

 ceiling for a resting place. 



A gray-winged grasshopper alighfs on the 

 sloping roof of the tent and basks contentedly 

 in the sunshine, his hues harmonizing very 

 prettily with his canvas couch. A great black 

 and yellow butterfly, the giant swallowtail, 2 

 comes wigwagging his way across the point, fly- 

 ing but a few feet above the earth. One of his 

 cousins, a blue swallowtail, 3 has been dodging 

 in and out among the oak branches for an hour 

 or more. A white-breasted nuthatch or " devil- 

 do wnhead" 4 is my next caller. Like a bashful 

 maiden he at first glances at me askance, then 

 utters his cheery note of welcome as he hops 



^Papilio cresphontes Cram. 3 Papilio philenor L. 



4 Sitta carolinensis Latr. 



