April, '03] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. II7 



to me and which grew as high as my head. I could not find a 

 Catocala in this park, and I soon got disgusted and left for the 

 hotel. I have found it to be a fact, when in former years 

 around Chicago I would go out in the woods without my gun 

 that I would see all kinds of game, and I guess it holds good 

 on the butterfly question. The next morning we were off for 

 Jackson, where I looked forward to better luck. We arrived 

 safely at 2.30 p. m. and went to the only hotel in that city. 

 After getting our baggage over from the depot and getting my 

 net, we went on the one and only street car to some nameless 

 park at the terminus of the line, and I was soon busy looking 

 for game, but without much luck, as my wife was afraid to be 

 left alone in this lonesome place, so we decided to go back to 

 the hotel, the calulation was that I would come out alone in the 

 morning and see what I could capture. We got back in time 

 for supper, and such a supper, it nearly poisoned both of us ! I 

 thought I could go almost anything anybody else could, but 

 this game was too fierce for me, while vay wife was rendered 

 i,uite sick. The stuff was not cooked and the coffee and tea 

 served were a delusion and a snare. 



I found a train left for Birmingham; Ala., at 7.20 p. m., and 

 we decided to go there at once, so did not have a chance to see 

 any more of Jackson or its surroundings, and if the Lord will 

 forgive me for ever going there this time I will promise never 

 to offend in a like manner again. To make matters worse, the 

 weather turned cold, and a raw chilly wind came up that chilled 

 one through and through. It reminded me of one of our lake 

 breezes in November at Chicago. So if this is the sunny 

 South, thought I, please give me no more of it. After a long 

 night ride over the Queen and Crescent Railroad by way of 

 Meriden, where we had to change cars, we arrived in Birming- 

 ham, Ala., about 7.30 A. m. 



I had noticed a suburb of the city, as we came through on 

 the cars, called Powderly after my friend Terry the old K. of 

 ly. chief, and jumping on a trolley car, labeled Powderly, I 

 was soon leaving the city behind me and getting out into the 

 fields and woods of the country. I left the car at what I 

 thought a likely looking place and struck out over a field 



