AUGUST 173 



beckoning hue, gathers the projecting sta- 

 mens between his agile legs, uncoils his long 

 tubular tongue and plunges it deep into the 

 heart of the flower. He goes away, un- 

 mindful of the fact that his legs and his 

 hairy body and the almost feathery under- 

 side of his hind wings are red with rich 

 pollen. This he carries to the next inviting 

 lily, whose green, protruding pistil, sticky 

 now for just this purpose, picks from the 

 butterfly the fertilizing powder so essential 

 to the seed-bearing of our flowering plants. 



