BUTTERFLIES. 133 



only demonstrated to me more plainly that I 

 had not the wings of an Apollo, and np-hill 

 a welter weight had no chance with a butterfly. 

 Besides the Apollos there were two or three 

 kinds of white butterflies, which were not like 

 any English species — one a kind of wood white 

 I think, another which might have been the 

 Bath white, and a third larger than any white 

 I know ; but of this I only saw or thought I 

 saw two specimens, and they were not very 

 near. 



Meanwhile the evening has come upon us, 

 and it is getting almost too dark to see, when 

 suddenly Simon, who has been absent over an 

 hour, clutches my arm and silently signs to me 

 to follow him. Out of the eyrie we sneak 

 through a few azalea bushes, until we get 

 behind the brow of the hill, and then Simon 

 simply takes straight up-hill as if the devil 

 was at his heels. Thanks to a love of boxing 

 and other athletic exercises I am never in very 



