. Our young folks [serial]. t the delicate little butterflieswhich make their home among the cool ferns and low bushes. We were allout in the woods one afternoon, — Tom, Maggie, and some other little was a little boy named Frankie with us. It was not little Frankiethat you have read about in the Butterfly Hunters, but a boy just like found a delightful resting-place under some maple-trees, and sat downthere in the cool shade. It was on the top of a high, rocky cliff, at the footof which flowed a broad river, rushing on and on out to the sea. Its surfacewas covered with rafts
. Our young folks [serial]. t the delicate little butterflieswhich make their home among the cool ferns and low bushes. We were allout in the woods one afternoon, — Tom, Maggie, and some other little was a little boy named Frankie with us. It was not little Frankiethat you have read about in the Butterfly Hunters, but a boy just like found a delightful resting-place under some maple-trees, and sat downthere in the cool shade. It was on the top of a high, rocky cliff, at the footof which flowed a broad river, rushing on and on out to the sea. Its surfacewas covered with rafts and boats, and small river craft of various kinds, andthe children were never tired of watching them passing up and down. ButTom could think of nothing but butterflies, and as this was a capital place tohunt for Hipparchians, the modest little butterflies of the woods, he andFrankie started off among the bushes to look for them. Frankie had no net,and Tom was so eager to capture specimens that he could not lend his for a. single moment. While they were gone, the other children wished to look atthe butterflies we had captured on our way to the woods. I opened Tomsspecimen-box, and showed them the pretty insects. Tom had captured threevarieties that day. There was a gay little Milberts butterfly with its brilliant 478 Midsummer Butterflies. [August, black and orange wings, and a very fine, fresh specimen of the CynthiaCardui, or Thistle butterfly, which we had found playing over a great thistle-plant by the roadside. But what pleased the children best was the ArgynnisIdalia. On the preceding page is a picture, to show you how large andhandsome it is. The fore wings of the Idalia butterfly are of a dark orange color spottedwith black, but the hind wings are quite different, being of a brilliant blue-black tint, and ornamented with two rows of spots, — the inner row almostwhite. Both rows are of the same color on the female, but on the male theouter row is orange, like the for
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