CHAP. X.] His Zeal Redoubled. 173 
sion. His day’s work done, he again started with his gun 
on his shoulder, his insect-boxes and appendages slung 
round his back, his plant-case by his side, and a host of pill- 
boxes, small bottles, and such-like, packed in his pockets. 
Away he went, with heart as light as a feather, to search, 
as long as light remained, for tenants of the woods, the 
fields, and the sea-shore. 
‘When daylight faded into darkness, he would sit down, 
as usual, for a nap—it did not matter where—by the side 
of a rock, on a sand-bank, in a hole in the ground, in a dry 
ditch, under the cover of a bush, behind a dike, in a ruined 
castle, or by the side of a tree: it was all the same to him. 
There he lay until the first peep of morning appeared, 
when he started up and was at work again. He continued, 
until he thought he had just sufficient time left to get to 
his workshop by the appointed hour. 
His zeal was more than renewed. It was redoubled. 
He proceeded with even greater perseverance than before. 
His few friends warned him in vain. They thought he 
might spend his energies to some better purpose. If their 
advice staggered him, it was only for an instant. ‘One 
look,” he says, ‘‘at my cobbler’s stool dispelled every con- 
sideration. My wish was, at some time or other, to wrench 
myself free from my trade.” 
He adopted the self-same plan that he had formerly em- 
ployed. As soon as his day’s work was over, he started on 
his nightly expedition. During five months of the year he 
slept out— excepting on Saturday and Sunday nights, or 
when the weather was stormy. To his former equipment 
he added a small trowel for digging up plants and grubs, 
and a hammer for splitting fossils or chipping off parts of 
any rock that he might wish to preserve. 
At first he used chip-boxes, to carry the insects which he 
collected during his tours; but he found them such a worry 
that he was obliged to use something else. He once 
bought so many chip-boxes from a druggist, that he refused 
