A cry of delight; a small boy running to his mother with the prize of royal purple and gold; a soft voice saying: “It’s a Mourning Cloak; let it go clear!” This is a delicious memory of a summer garden, as it is called in England, delights people over the major portion of three continents with its soft and distinctive beauty. A far northern form, the Boreal Mourning Cloak of Arctic America is noted for the bright reddish brown of its upper wings. Several strange looking and rare forms of the species have been destroyed.

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