WINTER BUTTERFLIES IN BOLINAS 



tered on the ground like a 

 carpet of fallen leaves. 



One evening a number of 

 these which had hardly a 

 spark of life remaining in 

 their water-soaked bodies as 

 they lay on the grass, were 

 picked up and brought into 

 the house where a fire of drift- 

 wood blazed bright on the 

 hearth. The butterflies soon 

 revived in the warm atmos- 

 phere, hung themselves to the 

 curtains in lieu of trees and 

 went to sleep for the night. 



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