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latter remained in the leaf, webbed up, 
ten days, and I expected it was changing 
to the pupa, but, to my surprise, it crept 
out and fed away for nearly a fortnight 
afterwards ; and, although it was nearly 
a month behind the other in its pupal 
change, they were but three days apart 
in emerging. 
23. X. Conspicillaris (one, a cripple). 
Bred. 
25. E. Punctaria. Do. 
30. S. Populi (some fine vars.). 
S. Tilise (2, do., and others). 
May 1. D. Pudibunda. Bred. I men- 
tion them because the larvae that pro- 
duced them were sooty black entirely. 
I captured several in the preceding 
autumn, and they puzzled me much at 
the time, being of such an unusual 
colour. 
2 to 17. T. Extersaria (six, very fine). 
Bred. 
3. P. Fuliginosa. Do. 
H. Prasinana. Do. 
7. H. Arbuti. Do. 
9 to 11. C. Bifida (3). Do. 
A. Putris. Do. 
11 to 21. C. Ocularis (very fine). Do. 
14. A. Triplasia. Do. 
15. A. Betularia (1, var.). Do. 
26 to 31. A. Megacephala (a fine 
series). Do. 
30. A. Prunaria (var.). Do. 
June 1. A. Ligustri (1). Do. 
1 to 14. C. Furcula (3). Do. 
2 to 8. S. Apiformis (a fine series). Do. 
25. Do. (1). At rest. The previous 
autumn I indulged myself with a trip to 
search for pupae, more especially for the 
cocoons of Apiformis. Being drizzling 
weather, I shouldered my gingham, and 
made speed to a spot where my hopes 
were not quite disappointed. I was upon 
my bended knees, paying my respects to 
a majestic poplar, and doing a little 
business in the barking way, and had 
just secured a few fine cocoons, when, 
alas ! my joy and gladness were soon 
changed to mourning. Sure enough the 
rain was coming down, but that alarmed 
me not; there was a dingy smock-frock, 
with a surly man inside it, coming down, 
and he alarmed me not, though be made 
more noise with his growling than I did 
with my barking : he opened fire at me 
with, “ By gom, master, you munna bork 
the trees a’ that way : if my master was 
to see it he’d transport you for doing it, 
and he’d transport me for letting you.” 
“ Well, well,” I said, “ I used to pay 
people more than a pound a ton for 
barking ; now I’m doing this little job 
for nothing.” “Doing it for nothing! 
why I tell you, master, we shall both get 
transported, spuileing the trees like that.” 
I said “Never mind, we’ll rub a bit 
of clean mud over it and hide it (he 
assisting), for really I should not like to 
be transported just yet: I can’t swim, and 
only think for one minute what would 
become of me if the ship were to sink! 
why to the bottom of the sea I should go 
to a certainty, and I don’t like the taste 
of sea-water; I prefer good cider to that, 
and the next time I come suppose we 
have a drink or two together.” “ I’ll 
drink as much cider as you 'plase, but 
by gom, sir, you munna come here to 
bork the trees over again.” Having 
wished him a good morning, as the rain 
came pouring down, I made off for the 
Old Hills, intending to “ dig the trees ” 
at the top, and had just completed my 
journey to the summit, when, lo ! a vil- 
lainous squall took most unpardonable 
liberties with my hat, whirling it from its 
moorings to the very bottom of the hill, 
before I could even make a start after it, 
as my gingham was sufiering sad con- 
vulsions, having slipped inside out, and 
the rain had no mercy upon me ; I dashed 
after it, however, and was very thankful 
that I was just in time to snatch it from 
a watery grave, as it had reached the 
margin of a pond, and seemed to be on 
the very point of self-destruction. I could 
have borne all this most patiently, but 
there stood a rascal, sheltering beneath 
