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of the Eion, throiigli which our road lay, 

 were vast numbers of butterflies, almost all 

 of which were new to me. Amongst them 

 were the beautiful swallow tail, a few larg-e 

 copper, and, commonest of all, a very quick - 

 winged vision of loveliness which I have been 

 unable to identify. 



Perhaps the prettiest sight which met my 

 eyes all that long summer afternoon was a 

 regular troop of butterflies, swallow tails, and 

 pale clouded yellows, sitting on a small moist 

 patch of ground where a clear little moun- 

 tain spring fell from the roots of two great 

 ferns into a pool below. The heat was so 

 intense that even these children of the sun 

 had come there, I suppose, for shade and 

 refreshment. 



It seemed to me then, and often after- 

 wards, that there is a field open for the 

 entomologist in the Caucasus in which very 

 few have reaped before, and in which a very 



