igoo] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. 363 



SILVER LAKE, UTAH. 



By A. J. Snyder. 



And after the Fourth was over, especially that part of it de- 

 scribed by the Doctor in December News ; when we had 

 emerged from the mouth of the canon, removed the dust col- 

 lected during a day's journey of not less than eighteen miles, 

 ■during which even the Doctor had shown marvelous ability to 

 " get over sage brush," and our friend Laurent had absolutely 

 refused to travel farther for either flies or beetles ; when Mrs. 

 Browning had again provided refreshment for the hungr)- 

 ' ' bug-hunters, ' ' and the captures of the day had been dis- 

 cussed and recorded, we walked twelve of those long Salt Lake 

 City blocks to call upon the owners of a cottage at Silver Lake 

 and gain permission to camp on their premises and use the cot- 

 tage during our stay in the mountains. 



One other incident, however, inasmuch as it affords another 

 illustration of the depravity of man, and is connected with City 

 Creek Canon, must be related by the subject of the plot, who 

 considers himself better able to relate the facts than the per- 

 petrator of the deed. Papilioswere abundant, and about everj' 

 moist spot in the road they were collected in great numbers. 

 Papilios, as everyone knows, may be decoyed by placing some 

 of their kind in conspicuous places, where their brilliantly- 

 colored wings wall attract all passers. One of the party, let 

 his name beanon, saw numerous fine butterflies about a small 

 moist spot in the road, and, stealthil>- creeping upon them, 

 slowly lowered his net for a stroke, but pausing to select only 

 the perfect ones for capture, perceived that all were .second- 

 class specimens. At the same instant he decided not to make 

 a stroke, for, beneath a convenient bush, he heard a suppressed 

 chuckle, and at a glance saw the Doctor, in imminent danger 

 ■of bursting his sides with laughter because his friend had at- 

 tempted a still hunt and had almost made a ' ' pot-shot ' ' at his 

 •decoys. 



Silver Lake, Utah, is a small Summer resort back in the 

 mountains, thirty-three miles from Salt Lake City, and at the 

 head of Big Cottonwood Canon. In the Winter this little 



