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DICRAXOCEPHALUS. 
succeeded in astonishing the mind of my predatory 
companion, for I heard his voice making the gully 
resound with the cry, “Doctor, doctor!” Hastening 
as fast as untractable boughs and the prickly vines 
of Smilax \vould allow me, to the scene of his 
excitement, I was agreeably surprised on beholding 
a strange, great, and beautiful ColeoiDteran, feebly 
struggling in a green bed of oak-leaves, and my 
friend of the fowling-piece gazing with surprise, not 
unmixcd with alarm, at its unwonted aspect. I 
knew him for a Goliath, and raised him carefully 
from his verdurous couch. He had been fl}nng in 
the sun round a cluster of hr-trees, near the top of 
the hill, and had fallen, like Icarus of old, from his 
high estate. His body was covered with a downy 
bloom, like the sunny side of a ripe jhiim, and his 
head Was adorned with two conical horns, whence 
his name, Dicranocephalus, or, “he of the double 
helmet.” He was very strong, and resembled Ce- 
tonia and IMelolontha. 1 read in “ Maunder ” that 
one specimen, now in the British Museum, was 
taken on the Himalayan mountains, so that my 
