. Pastoral days; or, Memories of a New England year. Natural history. For a week thus we idled, now on the mountain, now in the meadow, while I, with my sketch-book and col- lecting-box, either whiled away the hours with my pencil, or left the un- finished work to pursue the tan- talizing butterfly, or search for unsuspecting" caterpillars among the ^ weeds and bushes. On a sprig of black alder I found one—the same little fellow as of old, afflicted with the peculi- arities of all his progenitors. We used to call him " Professor Wig- gler," owing to an hereditary ner- vous habit
. Pastoral days; or, Memories of a New England year. Natural history. For a week thus we idled, now on the mountain, now in the meadow, while I, with my sketch-book and col- lecting-box, either whiled away the hours with my pencil, or left the un- finished work to pursue the tan- talizing butterfly, or search for unsuspecting" caterpillars among the ^ weeds and bushes. On a sprig of black alder I found one—the same little fellow as of old, afflicted with the peculi- arities of all his progenitors. We used to call him " Professor Wig- gler," owing to an hereditary ner- vous habit of wiggling his head from side to side when not otherwise. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Gibson, W. Hamilton (William Hamilton), 1850-1896. New York, Harper & Brothers
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