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camp and caught five sunfish and a river chub. 

 One of the former weighed nearly half a pound 

 and had all the colors of the rainbow reflected 

 from his sides. Far more gorgeous was he than 

 the one that outshone Joseph on the day that I 

 arrived; in fact the most brilliant megalotis 66 I 

 had ever seen. A large striped grasshopper had 

 tempted him, some pieces of mussels the others. 

 M. and his son came over while I was busy and 

 proposed that we go squirrel hunting, as "the 

 woods were full of them." The old boat being 

 half full of water I utilized it as a live-box and 

 placed therein my catch. With the guns we 

 started and tramped three hours, seeing but one 

 squirrel and not getting a shot at it. Thus often 

 are men's boasts regarding the prevalence of 

 game belied. 



The evening sultry and the mosquitoes, a 

 long-legged, slender bodied form with little or 

 no hum, for the first time made their presence 

 known. It is well thus, for their bites can I 

 stand better than their song. With my netting 

 in place worry about them was at an end and 

 soon the God of slumber, most welcome of all 

 that wait upon us, enthralled my consciousness. 



Saturday, July 8. This morning I find that 

 the large black ants so common about my camp- 

 ing place have outwitted me. That they have 



* The specific name of the long-eared sunfish, from two Greek words 

 meaning "big" and "ear." 



