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minding us of the scalp-locks and insists that nature always 

 places such locks upon the thoraxes of butterflies, especially of 

 the Pamphilas) and A. /^V^ disappears down the canon. As we 

 rest and notice the butterfly visitors to the glen we also see the 

 mountain tops in the distance and think of the treasures we 

 have found in similar localities, until our Jehu cracks his whip, 

 and once more w^e journey upward. The first time we cross the 

 stream we see many Papilios, and among them several Papilio 

 indra. To our great sorrow we cannot take time to pursue, 

 for we are going into a strange camp, and hope to arrive before 

 dark. 



A fourth member had joined the party that morning, Mr. J. 

 B. Short, of Salt Lake City, a gentleman whose locks had been 

 silvered by the icy fingers of time, and who carries the scars 

 and a bullet received in fighting for his country ; a gentleman 

 who, no matter how many years may have passed over his head, 

 will always love life in the open air, and will always be the same 

 generous, hospitable, open-hearted host, whom we learned to 

 know and appreciate during the days spent at Silver Lake. It 

 was largely due to his courtesy and to the hospitality of Mrs. 

 Short and their family that our stay here was so pleasant and 

 profitable. 



A tent, with comfortable cots for the night ; a cottage, with 

 food, stove and the necessary cooking utensils ; what more 

 could anyone want than sunshine and time to study the nu- 

 merous insects, plants and animals ? Everywhere on the moun- 

 tain sides and tops butterflies were abundant when the sun 

 shone. The stream before our cottage and the lakes about us 

 were well stocked with trout ; the rocks on the mountains shel- 

 tered numerous marmots, gophers and conies ; a pair of eagles 

 dwelt on the peak back of camp, and when waiting for meals, 

 or when the sun failed to shine, innumerable beetles beneath 

 the rocks and pieces of bark longed for our attention. The 

 w^hite-crowned sparrow picked up the crumbs about our door 

 and a woodpecker fed its noisy young within a stone's throw of 

 our tents. Mt. Millicent rose before us, Mt. Majestic at our 

 backs, Mt. Scott towered on the right, and from our little val- 

 ley numerous paths led to ideal places of collecting. 



