336 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 



over our series in the cabinet and have omitted to affix date- 

 labels that the puzzle is disconcerting. 



Our second visit to Biarritz was rather more productive in 

 numbers, and the lower marsh country nearer the station at the 

 far end of Lac Mouriscot was a decided improvement on the 

 locality chosen earlier in the day. Hereabouts I took a single 

 perfect male Heteropterus morpheus (evidently only just emerg- 

 ing), a few Lampides hoeticus, and Everes argiades females; and 

 on the upper road the sand-banked hedges hung with ivy and 

 clematis afforded covert for an extremely yellow-fulvous form of 

 Pararge egeria. 



On the 6th, not without reluctance on my part — for the 

 weather was now settled and fine, and the sea-bathing, from my 

 bedroom at the extremely comfortable, clean, and well-managed 

 Hotel de la Plage, excellent — we set out in the early morning 

 for Eaux-Bonnes, travelling by Pau and Laruns, with a short 

 drive at the end of the journey to this once favourite watering- 

 place. I say 07ice, for there is an indescribable atmosphere of 

 yesterday about Eaux-Bonnes. The town is almost entirely 

 composed of hotels, pensions, and lodging-houses for the benefit 

 of guests who never come apparently, and it remained empty all 

 the time we were there; despite the list of "worthies" who have 

 patronized the waters, including Mr. Joe Chamberlain (sic). 

 Otherwise, that list is chiefly made up of Second Empire social 

 celebrities drawn thither when the Emperor was doing his best 

 to popularize and make fashionable the beauty-spots of the 

 Pyrenees. 



" Too low a level " was our immediate verdict after ex- 

 amining the entomological possibilities of the place ; while the 

 beech-woods densely clothing the narrow ravine, into which 

 Eaux-Bonnes is squeezed, confirmed our first impressions that 

 we should have to cUmb at least 1500 ft. above the town to find 

 the desired hunting-grounds. 



Consulting the map on our journey, I had come to the con- 

 clusion that the high ridge between Eaux-Bonnes and Eaux- 

 Chaudes promised the best results among the alpine butterflies, 

 as afterwards proved to be the case when we climbed up to the 

 Col de Lurde (6400 ft.), or the valley immediately beneath it 

 facing east beneath the Pic de Goupey (7245 ft.), on July 7th, 

 10th, and 12th. With the exception of some mist on the 12th, 

 all three days were exceptionally fine, and this only made the 

 scarcity of species, as well as of specimens, the more vexatious. 

 The first part of the walk is a steady grind up long zigzags, pro- 

 tected from the fierce heat by a cool forest of beech, in which, of 

 course, we saw nothing but an occasional battered Pararge egeria. 

 Emerging after about an hour into the pastures, the first butter- 

 fly was Erebia stygne, evidently just emerged, for we saw no 

 females on the 7th ; but, with the exception of numerous 



