168 A SPRING AND SUMMER IN LAPLAND. 



This sort of collecting was a new game to me, 

 but I bought a largish collection, which, however, 

 turned out scarcely worth sending to England. 

 Being nothing of an entomologist myself, it is 

 very probable that the legs and antennge might 

 have been wanting to some of my specimens ; but 

 still one would have thought that a collection of 

 insects from a fell tract would have been interest- 

 ing in England ; but no one seemed to care any- 

 thing for it. 



It seems that an old German had been up here 

 collecting, and every man and boy in the parish 

 had acquired a taste for entomology. 



I used often to laugh at the little lads here. 

 They had all caught up a smattering of the Latin 

 names from this old German professor, and they 

 used to come into my room, their caps covered 

 with beetles and butterflies impaled upon pins, for 

 every one of which they had a Latin name, such 

 as I am certain could be found in no work on 

 entomology now extant. However, " Keitel " 

 (this was the old German) called it so, and their 

 scale of prices seemed to be completely regulated 

 by what " Keitel " paid them. In fact " Keitel " 

 was the authority in this little village regarding 

 insects, as doubtless I shall be for the future as 

 regards birds and eggs. 



But the Lap insect of which everyone has heard 



