116 The Naturalist. 



Tachtpus. 



T. palUpes, Daft. Common in damp hollow near the bridge across 

 across the Alt, Hightown, June, C S G. 



T.Jlavipes, L. Common, Raby Mere, C S G ; Stanley-road, F K. 



MOTHING AT CHATTENDEN. 



By G. T. Porritt, F.L.S. 



Chattenden is the estate of Lord Earnley, and is situate in North 

 Kent, at about equal distance from Higham and Strood. Ever since 

 my first visit there in July, 1874, it has been one of my favourite 

 localities, and consequently I have repeatedly returned to it since. It 

 is of easy access from London, trains running frequently from Cannon- 

 street, London Bridge, or Charing Cross Stations, and a ride of an 

 hour or a little over brings you to Higham. To collect at Chattenden, 

 however, it is first necessary to obtain permission from Earl Darnley ; 

 but a courteous letter to his lordship's steward at Thong, Gravesend, 

 never fails to bring a printed form bearing the requisite authority. 

 Without such authority one may as well stay at home, as old Pank- 

 hurst, the keeper, is " down " on every person almost as soon as he 

 enters the woods, and he is a clever persuader who can get over him. 

 But be armed with the necessary " pass," and he is the most obliging 

 of keepers, and will find you a hop-pole on which to fasten your net 

 to catch Iris at any time. Either Strood or Higham will do to stay 

 at. At Strood much better accommodation is to be had, but Higham 

 is preferable in other respects, there being excellent collecting all the 

 way from the village to Chattenden. And those who are not afraid 

 to rough it, will find fair quarters at the Pailway Inn, near the 

 station, or at the Chequer Inn, a little further on in the village. My 

 first visit there will never be forgotten. A friend had preceded me, 

 and, had written me that he was taking Nola albulalis, at that time one 

 of our greatest rarities, and almost exclusively in the hands of a dealer 

 at Dartford, who had contrived to keep the knowledge of the locality 

 well to himself. The morning of the 1 3th of J uly saw me on my way 

 to Strood, where I joined my friend just before dusk. Fatigued with 

 the long journey, we did not go up to Chattenden that evening, but 

 instead walked to the marshy river side close by, where we took the 



