THE UPPER ENGADINE IN 1914. 109 
their train from the Arlberg tunnel to Innsbruck was full of turbulent 
soldiers called to the colours. Luckily they had only three days of 
hostile treatment, kept practically as prisoners at the hotel, and under 
suspicions and veiled threats. Glad were they to get back to Bale in 
the middle of the next week, although that was far from being a haven 
of rest, for the town was full to overflowing with bewildered travellers 
of all nations, as well as with swarms of mobilized Swiss soldiers. It 
was stated that people slept in the streets. One of our friends looked 
over the bridge on to the river and was promptly arrested and charged 
with taking notes, and it was only with difficulty that he was able to 
give satisfactory proof of his hena fides. 
Returning from the station we saw from the publie notices that 
war had been declared, and that consequently the Swiss army was to 
mobilise on August 8rd, on which day, on the open plain of the Inn, 
10,000 men were to assemble near Bevers, and that from that time the 
railways would be under the control of the military. A glance around 
the village of St. Moritz Bad showed us hotels being closed and 
barricaded up, visitors turned into the streets, waiters and attendants, 
German and Austrian, going to a man, all work of every kind at a 
standstill. Returning to the hotel at midday we found commotion. 
Although only a small one, the ‘‘ Westend ”’ had a cosmopolitan set of 
visitors, Germans, Austrians, Russians, Roumanians, Italians, Swiss, 
English, French, Dutch, etc., and these were all more or less on the 
move. Ourselves certainly less on the move, for although we saw the 
panic, neither Mrs. Turner nor I yet thought of turning homeward. 
T shall long remember the remark of a German gentleman, whose 
wife had been in tears for the past day or two, turning to us as he 
went from the dining-room, “ It’s well to live in England now.” He 
felt the bitter curse of compulsory militarism. 
The afternoon was the first clear opportunity I had had to pursue 
another of the objects for which I went to St. Moritz, to get some of 
the form of Brenthis pales known as var. arsilache, Hb., which 
Mr. A. H. Jones had taken some years previously around the small 
lakes in the woods lying between Campfer and St. Moritz Bad. Our 
way took us past the beautiful cemetery through the wood covering the 
old moraine to the lower Campfer Road, through pines and heather, 
and near one of the jumps made for the “skiers’’ in full view of the 
ereat Suvretta Hotel. Pieris brassicae was here and there putting in 
an occasional appearance with large individuals. Hrebia tyndarus was 
_ flying, and the larve of a Zygaena sp. were noted. Hesperia comma was 
near the lower road, and among the heather were numerous examples 
of Thamnonoma brunneata (pinetaria), a species which in Britain only 
oceurs far north. Zygenids, Blues, Hesperids, and Coenonymphas 
were sitting about the flowers as we passed across the road and 
streams. A short search brought us to a small lake surrounded by 
woods, the margins very marshy, and the whole gradually filling up, 
and in process of becoming a peat bed. Several other similar small 
“Sees”? were subsequently met with, but none of them except the 
first produced Brenthis pales var. arsilache, Hb. On only one small 
area of the swampy ground on one side of this lake was the butterfly 
to be taken. Even on this spot all the specimens taken in numerous 
visits were captured settling or flitting from flower to flower, or plant 
to plant of the marsh cinquefoil, Comaruwm palustre, in an L-shaped. 
