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THE ENTOMOLOGIST’S WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER. 
Tortrix viridana. A short distance fur- 
ther I came to an opening — a kind of 
bay of meadow, partly surrounded by a 
coast of fir trees ; here I “ sighted ” a 
large moth, gave chase, and took what 
proved to he a fine male of the Bordered 
White {Fidonia piniaria). Upon sur- 
veying the spot where I stood it occurred 
to me that it was a place likely to be, 
above all others, “forbidden ground,” 
and, preferring the cover of the trees, I 
took a “ drove,” which, as I expected, 
would lead to the keeper’s house. I had 
not walked far before I heard the voices 
of sundry juveniles. I made my way in 
the direction of the sounds, arid soon 
heard the voices of both men and women. 
Here, thought I, is the entomologist and 
all his family, treating the trees with 
sugar, and the youngsters are enjoying 
the fun. The thought had scarcely 
passed through my mind when the “ad- 
vance guard,’’ consisting of the game- 
keeper, came in sight, with gun in hand, 
and wearing the unmistakable badge — 
the game-bag. Behind him followed a 
little man, dressed in a cap and dark 
attire, and having the appearance of a 
mechanic. Still further in the rear fol- 
lowed their wives and some children — 
the number I did not notice. It was 
enough for me to have a care for myself, 
for, to a nervous person, it is no joke to 
encounter a gamekeeper under such cir- 
cumstances — within the precincts of the 
preserve, and carrying a suspicious- 
looking net. However, unsheathing my 
only weapon of defence, a civil tongue, 
I addressed the keeper, — 
“Good evening; you are the game- 
keeper, I presume.” 
“Yes, sir,” was the polite reply; and 
before the inevitable and disagreeable 
enquiry was put to me — as to my busi- 
ness in the wood — I enquired whelhcr 
the person behind him was his friend 
who was fond of catching moths and 
butterflies. To this followed an affirma- 
tive reply, and an explanation from me 
as to my becoming acquainted with the 
object of the entomologist’s visit to the 
wood that evening. I was much disap- 
pointed, however, in finding that he had 
not been sugaring, and was now only 
having a walk with his friend the 
keeper. 
I requested to be allowed to accompany 
them, which was readily acceded to, and 
we went to a lane at some distance in 
the wood, and in going along the keeper 
was much interested in my skill in netting 
and boxing creatures he never thought 
existed. With the entomological friend 
I conversed upon what we had done in 
our study, and a little upon what we had 
to do. Before we reached the keeper’s 
house, upon our return, the time was 
growing late and the evening becoming 
dusk. 
In a little cleared spot, much covered 
with nettles and long grass, I took some 
specimens of Abraxas ulinala. Upon 
reaching the house the keeper invited us 
in, and gave us some of his best ale. 
I inspected some cases of stuffed birds 
which hung in the room, and was told 
they were set up by the entomologist. 
Time, however, was fast passing away, 
and I was obliged to make ready to 
depart, whereupon it was arranged that 
the entomologist should accompany me 
on foot, and the keeper’s kind-hearted 
wife should drive Mr. W ’s wife and 
the children to Lynn in the pony and 
cart. Thus arranged Mr. W and I 
set off, and before we left the wood, I 
took Acidalia remulala and some other 
specimens. Along the road we talked 
over Natural-History matters, and before 
we separated made arrangements to have 
