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Pass after pass I made at them, but they always dived and escaped
me. At last, when I almost had given up the chase, one went nearly
from sight in a trumpet creeper. With a sweep the flower was
closed behind it, and I ran into the house crying that at last I
had caught a Lady Bird. Holding carefully, the trumpet was cut
open with a pin, and although the moth must have been slightly
pinched, and lacking in down when released, I clung to it until
my mother and every doubting member of my family was convinced that
this was no bird at all, for it lacked beak, tail, and feathers,
while it had six legs and four wings. Father was delighted that
I had learned something new, all by myself; but I really think
it slightly provoked my mother when thereafter I always refused
to call it a bird. This certainly was reprehensible. She should
have known all the time that it was a moth.
The other day a club woman of Chicago who never in her life has
considered money, who always has had unlimited opportunities for
culture both in America and Europe, who speaks half a dozen languages,
and has the care of but one child, came in her auto mobile to
investigate the Limberlost. Almost her first demand was to see
pictures. One bird study I handed her was of a brooding king rail,
over a foot tall, with a three-foot wing sweep, and a long curved
bill. She cried, "Oh! see the dear little hummingbird!"
If a woman of unlimited opportunity, in this day of the world,
does not know a rail from a humming-bird, what could you expect of
my little mother, who spoke only two languages, reared twelve lusty
children, and never saw an ocean.
So by degrees the Lady Bird of the garden resolved itself into
Deilephila Lineata. Deile--evening; phila--lover; lineata--lined;
the Lined Evening Lover. Why 'evening' is difficult to understand,
for all my life this moth occurs more frequently with me in the fore
and early afternoon than in the evening. So I agree with those
entomologists who call it the 'white-lined morning-sphinx.'
It is lovely in modest garb, delicately lined, but exceedingly
rich in colour. It has the long slender wings of the Sphingid
moths, and in grace and tirelessness of flight resembles Celeus,
the swallow of the moth family.
Its head is very small, and its thorax large. The eyes are big,
and appear bigger because set in so tiny a head. Under its
tongue, which is a full inch long, is a small white spot that
divides, spreads across each eye, and runs over the back until even
with the bases of the front wings. The top of the head and shoulders
are olive brown, decorated with one long white line dividing it in
the middle, and a shorter on each side. The abdomen is a pale brown,
has a straight line running down the middle of the back, made up of
small broken squares of very dark brown, touched with a tiny mark
of white. Down each side of this small line extends a larger one,
wider at the top and tapering, and this is composed of squares of
blackish brown alternating with white, the brown being twice the
size of the white. The sides of the abdomen are flushed with
beautiful rosy pink, and beneath it is tan colour.
The wings are works of art. The front are a rich olive brown, marked
the long way in the middle by a wide band of buff, shading to lighter
buff at the base. They are edged from the costa to where they meet
the back wings, with a line of almost equal width of darker buff,
the lower edge touched with white. Beginning at the base, and running
an equal distance apart from the costa to this line, are fine markings
of white, even and clear as if laid on with a ruler.
The surprise comes in the back wings, that show almost entirely
when the moth is poised before a flower. These have a small
triangle of the rich dark brown, and a band of the same at the
lower edge, with a finish of olive, and a fine line of white as a
marginal decoration. Crossing each back wing is a broad band of
lovely pink of deeper shade than the colour on the sides. This
pink, combined with the olive, dark browns, and white lining,
makes the colour scheme of peculiar richness.
Its antennae are long, clubbed, and touched with white at the tips.
The legs and body are tan colour. The undersides of the wings are
the same as the upper, but the markings of brown and buffish pink
show through in lighter colour, while the white lining resembles
rows of tan ridges beneath. Its body is covered with silky hairs,
longest on the shoulders, and at the base of the wings.
The eggs of the moth are laid on apple, plum, or woodbine leaves,
or on grape, currant, gooseberry, chickweed or dock. During May
and June around old log cabins in the country, with gardens that
contain many of these vines and bushes, and orchards of bloom
where the others can be foundthe Lined Evening Lover deposits her
eggs.
The caterpillars emerge in about six days. The tiny ovoid eggs
are a greenish yellow. The youngsters are pale green, and have
small horns. After a month spent in eating, and skin casting, the
full-grown caterpillar is over two inches long, and as a rule a
light green. There are on each segment black patches, that have a
touch of orange, and on that a hint of yellow. The horn increases
with the growth of the caterpillar, can be moved at will, and seems
as if it were a vicious `stinger.' But there is no sting, or any
other method of self-defence, unless the habit of raising the head
and throwing it from side to side could be so considered. With many
people, this movement, combined with the sharp horn, is enough, but
as is true of most caterpillars, they are perfectly harmless. Some
moth historians record a mustard yellow caterpillar of this family,
and I remember having seen some that answer the description; but all
I ever have known to be Lineata were green.
The pupae are nearly two inches long and are tan coloured. They
usually are found in the ground in freedom, or deep under old logs
among a mass of leaves spun together. In captivity the caterpillars
seem to thrive best on a diet of purslane, and they pupate perfectly
on dry sand in boxes.
These moths have more complete internal development than those of
night, for they feed and live throughout the summer. I photographed
a free one feasting on the sweets of petunias in a flower bed at the
Cabin, on the seventh of October.
CHAPTER VI Moths of the Moon: Actias Luna
One morning there was a tap at my door, and when I opened it I
found a tall, slender woman having big, soft brown eyes, and a
winning smile. In one hand she held a shoe-box, having many rough
perforations. I always have been glad that my eyes softened at
the touch of pleading on her face, and a smile sprang in answer
to hers before I saw what she carried. For confession must be
made that a perforated box is a passport to my good graces any day.
The most wonderful things come from those that are brought to my
front door. Sometimes they contain a belated hummingbird, chilled
with the first heavy frost of autumn, or a wounded weasel caught
in a trap set for it near a chicken coop, or a family of baby
birds whose parents some vandal has killed. Again they carry a
sick or wounded bird that I am expected to doctor; and butterflies,
moths, insects, and caterpillars of every description.
"I guess I won't stop," said the woman in answer to my invitation
to enter the Cabin. "I found this creature on my front porch
early this morning, and I sort of wanted to know what it was, for
one thing, and I thought you might like to have it, for another."
"Then of course you will come in, and we will see what it is," I
answered, leading the way into the library.
There I lifted the lid slightly to take a peep, and then with a
cry of joy, opened it wide. That particular shoe-box had brought
me an Actias Luna, newly emerged, and as yet unable to fly. I held
down my finger, it climbed on, and was lifted to the light.
"Ain't it the prettiest thing?" asked the woman, with stars
sparkling in her dark eyes. "Did you ever see whiter white?"
Together we studied that moth. Clinging to my finger, the living
creature was of such delicate beauty as to impoverish my stock of
adjectives at the beginning. Its big, pursy body was covered
with long, furry scales of the purest white imaginable. The wings
were of an exquisite light green colour; the front pair having a
heavy costa of light purple that reached across the back of the head:
the back pair ended in long artistic `trailers,' faintly edged with
light yellow. The front wing had an oval transparent mark close the
costa, attached to it with a purple line, and the back had circles
of the same. These decorations were bordered with lines of white,
black, and red. At the bases of the wings were long, snowy silken
hairs; the legs were purple, and the antennae resembled small,
tan-coloured ferns. That is the best I can do at description. A
living moth must be seen to form a realizing sense of its shape and
delicacy of colour. Luna is our only large moth having trailers,
and these are much longer in proportion to size and of more graceful
curves than our trailed butterflies.
The moth's wings were fully expanded, and it was beginning to
exercise, so a camera was set up hastily, and several pictures of
it secured. The woman helped me through the entire process, and
in talking with her, I learned that she was Mrs. McCollum, from
a village a mile and a half north of ours; that when she reached
home she would have walked three miles to make the trip; and
all her neighbours had advised her not to come, but she "had a
feeling that she would like to."
"Are you sorry?" I asked.
"Am I sorry!" she cried. "Why I never had a better time in my
life, and I can teach the children what you have told me. I'll
bring you everything I can get my fingers on that you can use,
and send for you when I find bird nests.'
Mrs. McCollum has kept that promise faithfully. Again and again
she trudged those three miles, bringing me small specimens of many
species or to let me know that she had found a nest.
A big oak tree in Mrs. McCollum's yard explained the presence of
a Luna there, as the caterpillars of this specie greatly prefer
these leaves. Because the oak is of such slow growth it is seldom
planted around residences for ornamental purposes; but is to be
found most frequently in the forest. For this reason Luna as a
rule is a moth of the deep wood, and so is seldom seen close a
residence, making people believe it quite rare. As a matter of
fact, it is as numerous where the trees its caterpillars
frequent are to be found, as any other moth in its natural
location. Because it is of the forest, the brightest light there
is to attract it is the glare of the moon as it is reflected on
the face of a murky pool, or on the breast of the stream rippling
its way through impassable thickets. There must be a self-satisfied
smile on the face of the man in the moon, in whose honour these
delicate creatures are named, when on fragile wing they hover above
his mirrored reflection; for of all the beauties of a June night
in the forest, these moths are most truly his.
In August of the same year, while driving on a corduroy road in
Michigan, I espied a Luna moth on the trunk of a walnut tree close
the road. The cold damp location must account for this late
emergence; for subsequent events proved that others of the family
were as slow in appearing. A storm of protest arose, when I stopped
the carriage and started to enter the swamp. The remaining occupants
put in their time telling blood-curdling experiences with `massaugers,'
that infested those marshes; and while I bent grasses and cattails
to make the best footing as I worked my way toward the moth, I
could hear a mixed chorus "brought up thirteen in the dredge at the
cement factory the other day," "killed nine in a hayfield below
the cemetery," "saw a buster crossing the road before me, and my
horse almost plunged into the swamp," "died of a bite from one
that struck him while fixing a loose board in his front walk."
I am dreadfully afraid of snakes, and when it seemed I could not
force myself to take another step, and I was clinging to a button
bush while the water arose above my low shoes, the moth lowered
its wings flat against the bark. From the size of the abdomen I
could see that it was a female heavily weighted with eggs.
Possibly she had mated the previous night, and if I could secure
her, Luna life history would be mine.
So I set my teeth and advanced. My shoes were spoiled, and my
skirts bedraggled, but I captured the moth and saw no indication of
snakes. Soon after she was placed in a big pasteboard box and
began dotting eggs in straight lines over the interior. They
were white but changed colour as the caterpillars approached time
to hatch. The little yellow-green creatures, nearly a quarter of
an inch long, with a black line across the head, emerged in about
sixteen days, and fed with most satisfaction on oak, but they
would take hickory, walnut or willow leaves also. When the weather
is cold the young develop slower, and I have had the egg period
stretched to three weeks at times. Every few days the young
caterpillars cast their skins and emerged in brighter colour and
larger in size. It is usually supposed they mature in four moults,
and many of them do, but some cast a fifth skin before transforming.
When between seven and eight weeks of age, they were three inches
long, and of strong blue-green colour. Most of them had tubercles
of yellow, tipped with blue, and some had red.
They spun a leaf-cover cocoon, much the size and shape of that of
Polyphemus, but whiter, very thin, with no inner case, and against
some solid surface whenever possible. Fearing I might not handle
them rightly, and lose some when ready to spin, I put half on our
walnut tree so they could weave their cocoons according to
characteristics.
They are fine, large, gaudy caterpillars. The handsomest one I
ever saw I found among some gifts offered by Molly-Cotton for the
celebration of my birthday. It had finished feeding, soon pupated
in a sand pail and the following spring a big female emerged that
attracted several males and they posed on a walnut trunk for beautiful
studies.
Once under the oak trees of a summer resort, Miss Katherine Howell,
of Philadelphia, intercepted a Luna caterpillar in the preliminary
race before pupation and brought it to me. We offered young oak
leaves, but they were refused, so it went before the camera.
Behind the hotel I found an empty hominy can in which it soon began
spinning, but it seemed to be difficult to fasten the threads to the
tin, so a piece of board was cut and firmly wedged inside. The
caterpillar clung to this and in the darkness of the can spun the
largest and handsomest Luna winter quarters of all my experience.
Luna hunters can secure material from which to learn this exquisite
creature of night, by searching for the moths on the trunks of
oak, walnut, hickory, birch or willow, during the month of June.
The moths emerge on the ground, and climb these trees to unfold and
harden their wings. The females usually remain where they are,
and the males are attracted to them. If undisturbed they do not
fly until after mating and egg depositing are accomplished. The
males take wing as soon as dusk of the first night arrives, after
their wings are matured. They usually find the females by ten
o'clock or midnight, and remain with them until morning. I have
found mated pairs as late as ten o'clock in the forenoon.
The moths do not eat, and after the affairs of life are
accomplished, they remain in the densest shade they can find for
a few days, and fly at night, ending their life period in from
three days to a week. Few of these gaudily painted ones have the
chance to die naturally, for both birds and squirrels prey upon
them, tearing away the delicate wings, and feasting on the big
pulpy bodies.
White eggs on the upper side of leaves of the trees mentioned are a
sign of Luna caterpillars in deep woods, and full-grown larvae can
be found on these trees in August. By breaking off a twig on
which they are feeding, carrying them carefully, placing them in a
box where they cannot be preyed upon by flies and parasites, and
keeping a liberal supply of fresh damp leaves, they will finish
the feeding days, and weave their cocoons.
Or the cocoons frequently can be found already spun among the
leaves, by nutting parties later in the fall. There is small
question if Luna pupae be alive, for on touching the cocoons they
squirm and twist so vigorously that they can be heard plainly.
There is so little difference in the size of male and female Lunas,
that I am not sure of telling them apart in the cocoon, as I am
certain I can Cecropia.
Cocoon gathering in the fall is one of the most delightful
occupations imaginable. When flowers are gone; when birds have
migrated; when brilliant foliage piles knee deep underfoot;
during those last few days of summer, zest can be added to a ramble
by a search for cocoons. Carrying them home with extreme care not
to jar or dent them, they are placed in the conservatory among
the flowers. They hang from cacti spines and over thorns on the
big century plant and lemon tree. When sprinkling, the hose is
turned on them, as they would take the rain outside. Usually
they are placed in the coolest spots, where ventilation is good.
There is no harm whatever in taking them _if the work is carefully
and judiciously done_. With you they are safe. Outside they have
precarious chance for existence, for they are constantly sought by
hungry squirrels and field mice, while the sharp eyes and sharper
beaks of jays, and crows, are for ever searching for them. The only
danger is in keeping them too warm, and so causing their emergence
before they can be placed out safely at night, after you have made
yourself acquainted with Luna history.
If they are kept cool enough that they do not emerge until May
or June, then you have one of the most exquisite treats nature has
in store for you, in watching the damp spot spread on the top of
the cocoon where an acid is ejected that cuts and softens the tough
fibre, and allows the moth to come pushing through in the full
glory of its gorgeous birth. Nowhere in nature can you find such
delicate and daintily shaded markings or colours so brilliant and
fresh as on the wings of these creatures of night.
After you have learned the markings and colours, and secured
pictures if you desire, and they begin to exhibit a restlessness,
as soon as it is dusk, release them. They are as well prepared
for all life has for them as if they had emerged in the woods.
The chances are that they are surer of life at your hands than
they would have been if left afield, provided you keep them cool
enough that they do not emerge too soon. If you want to
photograph them, do it when the wings are fully developed, but
before they have flown. They need not be handled; their wings
are unbroken; their down covering in place to the last scale;
their colours never so brilliant; their markings the plainest
they ever will be; their big pursy bodies full of life; and
they will climb with perfect confidence on any stick, twig, or
limb held before them. Reproductions of them are even more
beautiful than those of birds. By all means photograph them out
of doors on a twig or leaf that their caterpillars will eat. Moths
strengthen and dry very quickly outside in the warm crisp air of
May or June, so it is necessary to have some one beside you with
a spread net covering them, in case they want to fly before you
are ready to make an exposure. In painting this moth the colours
always should be copied from a living specimen as soon as it is dry.
No other moth of my acquaintance fades so rapidly.
Repeatedly I am asked which I think the most beautiful of these
big night moths. I do not know. All of them are indescribably
attractive. Whether a pale green moth with purple markings is
lovelier than a light yellow moth with heliotrope decorations;
or a tan and brown one with pink lines, is a difficult thing to
determine. When their descriptions are mastered, and the colour
combinations understood, I fancy each person will find the one
bearing most of his favourite colour the loveliest. It may be
that on account of its artistically cut and coloured trailers,
Luna has a touch of grace above any.
CHAPTER VII King of the Hollyhocks: Protoparce Celeus
Protoparce Celeus was the companion of Deilephila Lineata in the
country garden where I first studied Nature. Why I was taught that
Lineata was a bird, and Celeus a moth, it is difficult to understand,
for they appear very similar when poising before flowers. They
visit the same blooms, and vary but little in size. The distinction
that must have made the difference was that while Lineata kept
company with the hummingbirds and fed all day, Celeus came forth at
dusk, and flew in the evening and at night. But that did not
conclusively prove it a moth, for nighthawks and whip-poor-wills did
the same; yet unquestionably they were birds.
Anyway, I always knew Celeus was a moth, and that every big, green
caterpillar killed on the tomato vines meant one less of its kind
among the flowers. I never saw one of these moths close a tomato
or potato vine, a jimson weed or ground cherry, but all my life
I have seen their eggs on these plants, first of a pale green
closely resembling the under side of the leaves, and if they
had been laid some time, a yellow colour. The eggs are not dotted
along in lines, or closely placed, but are deposited singly, or
by twos, at least very sparsely.
The little caterpillars emerge in about a week, and then comes the
process of eating until they grow into the large, green tomato or
tobacco worms that all of us have seen. When hatched the
caterpillars are green, and have grey caudal horns similar to
Lineata. After eating for four or five days, they cast their
skins. This process is repeated three or four times, when the
full-grown caterpillars are over four inches long, exactly the
colour of a green tomato, with pale blue and yellow markings of
beautiful shades, the horns blue-black; and appearing sharp enough
to inflict a severe wound.
Like all sphinx caterpillars Celeus is perfectly harmless; but
this horn, in connexion with the habit the creatures have of
clinging to the vines with the back feet, raising the head and
striking from side to side, makes people very sure they can bite
or sting, or inflict some serious hurt. So very vigorous are they
in self-defence when disturbed, that robins and cuckoos are the only
birds I ever have seen brave enough to pick them until the caterpillars
loosen their hold and drop to the ground, where they are eaten with
evident relish.
One cuckoo of my experience that nested in an old orchard, adjoining
a potato patch, frequently went there caterpillar-hunting, and played
havoc with one wherever found. The shy, deep wood habits of the
cuckoo prevent it from coming close houses and into gardens, but
robins will take these big caterpillars from tomato vines. However,
they go about it rather gingerly, and the work of reducing one to
non-resistance does not seem to be at all coveted. Most people
exhibit symptoms of convulsions at sight of one. Yet it is a matter
of education. I have seen women kiss and fondle cats and dogs, one
snap from which would result in disfiguration or horrible death,
and seem not to be able to get enough of them. But they were quite
equal to a genuine faint if contact were suggested with a perfectly
harmless caterpillar, a creature lacking all means of defence, save
this demonstration of throwing the head.
When full-fed the caterpillars enter the earth to pupate, and on
the fifteenth of October, 1906, only the day before I began this
chapter, the Deacon, in digging worms for a fishing trip to the
river, found a pupa case a yard from the tomato vines, and six
inches below the surface. He came to my desk, carrying on a spade
a ball of damp earth larger than a quart bowl. With all care we
broke this as nearly in halves as possible and found in the centre
a firm, oval hole, the size and shape of a hen's egg, and in the
opening a fine fresh pupa case.
It was a beautiful red-brown in colour, long and slenderer than
a number of others in my box of sand, and had a long tongue case
turned under and fastened to the pupa between the wing shields.
The sides of the abdomen were pitted; the shape of the head, and
the eyes showed through the case, the wing shields were plainly
indicated, and the abdominal shield was in round sections so that
the pupa could twist from side to sid when touched, proving that
the developing moth inside was very much alive and in fine condition.
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