10 



Mr. E. B. Eeed read a letter from Miss E. A. Ormerod, Consulting Entomologist to 

 the Royal Agricultural Society of England, thanking the Society for a copy of their 

 sixteenth annual Report, and referring to the discovery of the Hessian fly in England. 



Rev. T. W. Fyles read a short paper on a saw-fly larva, Rylotoma dulciaria, which 

 he found attacking the foliage of the white birch in Quebec. 



At 11.30 p.m. the meeting adjourned to the following morning. 



The meeting re-assembled Thursday at 10 a.m. 



Mr. A. W. Hanham read a paper "on the Stridulation of Geotrupes Blackburnii. ,x 



Oapt. G. Geddes read a paper " Notes on the Genus Oolias in the imago or perfect 

 state." 



Mr. Fletcher thought it possible that C. Hagenii is a tetraniorphic form of C. Eury- 

 theme, and made further remarks on Capt. Geddes's paper. 



Capt. Geddes asked if Argynnis chariclea and Argynnis Boisduvallii had been taken 

 east of the Rocky Mountains in Canada. 



Mr. Fletcher said that A. charilea had been taken at Neepigon and Hudson's Bay. 



THE HOME OF CHIONOBAS JUTTA. 



BY THE REV. T. W. FYLES, SOUTH QUEBEC. 



Rev. T. W. Fyles read the following paper on " The Home of Chionobas Jutta." 



To the north-west of Bergerville, in the vicinity of Quebec, lies a tract of country 

 known as the Gondii Swamp. It derives its name from a French physician and botanist, 

 who, 200 years ago, took up his residence in that locality, to study its flora, which is 

 remarkably rich. I was informed, some time since, by the President of the Montreal 

 Branch of our Society, that the Gomin Swamp was the only known place, in the immediate 

 neighbourhood of Quebec, in which Chionobas Jutta could be found. He furnished me 

 with a pen-and-ink map of the approaches to the swamp, and, very accurately, named the 

 time of the appearance of the insect as that from the first to the fifteenth of June. The 

 weather being particularly favourable, on the 31st of May, of the present year, I set out 

 on an exploring expedition, accompanied by a gentleman from England who was visiting 

 me. Following the directions given me we found the place. It is skirted by a thick and 

 tangled growth of scrub, through which a few cattle-tracks lead into the swamp itself. 

 Which of these tracks to choose we did not know, for time and changes had made some 

 confusion in the land-marks. We asked a " canny Scot," who happened by, to tell us 

 what to do ; but he would not venture an opinion. Indeed, he seemed to think it infra 

 dig. to be questioned on such a trivial matter. We then applied for information to two 

 children of the Emerald Isle — father and son — who, with the ready kindness of their 

 race, were profuse in their directions. Unfortunately they differed in opinion — the 

 council was divided. In questions of locality, it is always wise to take the opinion of 

 fche bird's-nesting, hare-and-hounds part of the community, so we chose the route pointed 

 out by the son. But what a route ! I began to despair for my English friend's immacu- 

 late broadcloth at the very outset ; and, the further we went, the worse we found it, until 

 we were — I was going to say landed — but, until we were fairly swamped in the swamp 

 itself. Did you ever experience the pleasant sensation of sinking deep in sphagnum, and 

 feeling the cold marsh water ooze over the tops of your boots, and churn and gurgle 

 between vour toes 1 Gloomy thoughts oppressed my mind, as I looked at my friend, of the 

 traveller in Ireland, who found a hat on the surface of the bog he was crossing, and, 

 lifting it, found a head beneath, at which he tugged by the hair, until he brought up a 

 man, who coolly asked him to bear a hand for his horse was below. . My first thought 

 was to place my companion in a position of safety. I looked round, and noticed in the 



