 Sugaring ” 
hold our permission to visit these woods on the con- 
dition of not disturbing the game. We move quietly” 
with our small light, and never a creature moves ; when 
we speak it is in a whisper; the silence of the night and 
the darkness under the trees assert their wonderful 
influence over us, and we, too, are quiet and wholly 
absorbed in our quest. 
Gliding silently from tree to tree, one carries the 
lamp while the other attends to the net and boxes. 
On approaching a tree, the net is held under the sugar 
patch, the light is turned on, and many insects fall into 
the net, to be attended to after ; we must first see what 
moths are busy with the sugar. Plenty of common 
species are regaling themselves, but here is a prize, and 
there is another! Proceeding carefully, an open box is 
held under the victim ; he is given a touch with the lid, 
and. he falls in; the rum has proved too much for him ! 
These moths are careful not to approach too near the 
feast; they seem to havea horror of sticky feet. Always 
alighting a short distance from the treacle, they approach 
carefully, and once they get within range they extend 
their long suckers, and sit with only the extreme tips of 
their tongues in contact with the sugar. Observe their 
eyes; they are ruby red and glowing; they gleam in 
the dark like tiny jewels. All the way down the trunk 
where a trickle of the sugar has run we find moths, and 
more moths; and here is a large black and violet 
beetle (C, catenulatus), his mandibles buried in a luscious 
drop. Spiders and centipedes come forth from the 
crevices in the bark and join in the revel; a large grey 
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