CHAPTER I Moths of the Limberlost

Chapter II Moths, eggs, caterpillars, winter quarters

Chapter III The Robin Moth

Chapter IV The Yellow Emperor

Chapter V The Lady Bird

Chapter VI Moths of the moon

Chapter VII King of the hollyhocks

Chapter VIII Hera of the corn

Chapter IX The Sweetheart and the Bride

Chapter X The Giant Gamin

Chapter XI The Garden Fly

Chapter XII Bloody-Nose of Sunshine Hill

Chapter XIII The Modest Moth

Chapter XIV The Pride of the Lilacs

Chapter XV The King of the Poets

CHAPTER I Moths of the Limberlost

To me the Limberlost is a word with which to conjure; a spot wherein to revel.  The swamp lies in north-eastern Indiana, nearly one hundred miles south of the Michigan line and ten west of the Ohio.  In its day it covered a large area.  When I arrived; there were miles of unbroken forest, lakes provided with boats for navigation, streams of running water, the roads around the edges corduroy, made by felling and sinking large trees in the muck.  Then the Winter Swamp had all the lacy exquisite beauty of such locations when snow and frost draped, while from May until October it was practically tropical jungle.  From it I have sent to scientists flowers and vines not then classified and illustrated in our botanies.

It was a piece of forethought to work unceasingly at that time, for soon commerce attacked the swamp and began its usual process of devastation.  Canadian lumbermen came seeking tall straight timber for ship masts and tough heavy trees for beams.  Grand Rapids followed and stripped the forest of hard wood for fine furniture, and through my experience with the lumber men “Freckles"’ story was written.  Afterward hoop and stave men and local mills took the best of the soft wood.  Then a ditch, in reality a canal, was dredged across the north end through, my best territory, and that carried the water to the Wabash River until oil men could enter the swamp.  From that time the wealth they drew to the surface constantly materialized in macadamized roads, cosy homes, and big farms of unsurpassed richness, suitable for growing onions, celery, sugar beets, corn and potatoes, as repeatedly has been explained in everything I have written of the place.  Now, the Limberlost exists only in ragged spots and patches, but so rich was it in the beginning that there is yet a wealth of work for a lifetime remaining to me in these, and river thickets.  I ask no better hunting grounds for birds, moths, and flowers.  The fine roads are a convenience, and settled farms a protection, to be taken into consideration, when bewailing its dismantling.