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to the very same leaf. Euthalia liibentina , surely one of 
the loveliest of living things, is rarely wanting, though its 
relations lepidea and evelina prefer the shades below and 
garuda is getting drunk at a pot of toddy in my garden. 
The handsome Cynthia saloma opens its broad wings to 
the sun, and two or three species of striped Athyma and 
not a few dazzling “Blues ” swell the gay assemblage, and 
there is always a ragged and envious old Hypolimnas 
bolina , venting its spleen on the young and happy, chasing 
the small and attacking the great. Two deceivers of the 
swallow-tailed clan, dissimilis and panope , sail about over 
the trees with the indolent air of the slow-winged Danaince , 
which they impersonate ; but they quarrel, one flies, and 
off they both go at such a rate that the eye cannot follow 
them. Other magnificent swallow-tails come past now 
and then, but they are not baskers and do not stay. 
Each of these recalls a red-letter day in the note-book 
of my memory. Shall I ever forget that forenoon when 
I caught my first imna ? How it persisted in perching 
just a foot beyond the reach of my net. I jumped like 
a kangaroo, but missed it. It generously gave me another 
chance, and of course I missed it again. It grew 
triumphant as I grew decrepit, and seemed to smile down 
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