CAPTURE OF CARABI. 
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weeds tlicat one becomes acquainted with them in a 
way generally more practical than pleasant, namely, 
by finding himself on his face among the flowers, 
his shins barked, and his temper mfiled. This 
phenomenon is owing to the wandering shooting 
and fishing parties of I\Ianchu Tartars, who always 
fire the scrub and burn down the trees, to clear the 
land and make it yield good pasturage. It is under 
these burnt logs that Carabs ‘‘ most do congre- 
gate ; ” and the labour required to dislodge and 
capture them is really no joke. Two small bipeds, 
enerscetic and determined, one at each end of an 
immense blackened log, can, however, soon move 
it by well directed efforts, assisted by sundry en- 
couraging exclamations, as ‘‘There, she moves,” 
“ Now then, doctor,” or “ Again, again, again ! ” 
Thus the log is turned over, and my amiable and 
worthy colleague, Sutherland, or my impetuous 
messmate, Buckley, share with me possibly one or 
two fine Carabi ; perhaps a neat black species with 
grooved elytra, perhaps the gorgeous Carabus 
smaragdinus in all his emerald glory, perhaps one 
