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and interdependence of the various classes of nature's 

 objects. Such a course will never bring me the re- 

 nown that I might have achieved had I become a 

 specialist ; but what is renown as compared with pres- 

 ent happiness and pleasure ? And then, as Emerson, 

 in his Essay on Nature, says: "In the woods a man 

 caste off his years as the snake his slough, and at what 

 period soever of life is always a child. In the woods 

 is perpetual youth." I do not desire to grow old too 

 soon, and so will seek in the way that I have chosen 

 that fountain of youth which Ponce de Leon sought 

 for in vain on the coast where I am now sitting. 



But little has, as yet, this morning been added to 

 my store. A small, dark brown butterfly, Nison- 

 iades ncevius Lint., expanding an inch and a half 

 and with a rather large, irregular umber spot on the 

 fore wings in front of four very small sub-apical 

 whitish spots, was taken. It has heretofore been 

 known only from the region of the Indian River, one 

 hundred and forty miles to the south. A small blue 

 Thecla and a Pamphila were also seen, but escaped 

 the net. 



I pull the bark from the bole of a fallen yellow 

 pine. A "red-headed" lizard, Eumeces fasciatus L., 

 about ten inches in length, scurries away and runs 

 into a crevice of the upturned root partially buried in 

 the sand. I go after him with a trowel. While I am, 

 at work a mature roach, Ischnoptera unicolor Scudd., 

 starts "to fly away. I knock it down with the trowel, 



