A small _Papilio_, of the fritillary tribe, with one silver mark underneath of the form of a shield. See it among those of Petiver collected in Portugal. (This must surely be _Papilio C album_.)
A greyish Butterfly with feathered antennæ, whose female has no wings. See Swammerdam. (_Phalæna antiqua._)
An elegant little blackish Butterfly, besprinkled with snow-white spots like rings, smooth and polished on the under side, was very plentiful in the paths.
A black _Tipula_ was running over the water, and turning round like a _Gyrinus_ or Water Flea. (_Cimex lacustris._)
In the wells, the _Swammerdamia_ of Swammerdam and Lister ran about with great velocity. Among these was a very minute insect, which I could not ascertain.
An _Elasticus_, (_Elater_, probably the _æneus_,) of a golden black, with striated cases to the wings, and geniculated antennæ.
A reddish _Cantharis_, with black antennæ, and light grey cases to the wings.
I now entered the territory of Pithoea. It rained about eleven o'clock for half an hour, otherwise the day was fine.
A very bright and calm day. The great Myrgiolingen[43] was flying in the marshes.
[43] What this word expresses I am unable to determine.
The country here is rather flat, yet now and then considerable hills present themselves, not very high indeed, but abounding in steep declivities. The stones about these hills were variegated, and as if inlaid, glittering with talc; many of them rusty, and spontaneously corroded. On one spot, in the road itself, is produced a brown pale-purplish earth, which is very likely to be useful for painting. The hill where this earth or ochre is found is called Hógmarkb[oe]rget.
At the post-houses of Gremers-mark and Sela, I was told of a mountain about two miles distant, reported to contain copper. Three years previous to my travelling this way, a man had been sent by the Board for Mining Affairs to investigate this mountain; but the peasants of the neighbourhood, in consequence of the threats of the burghers of Umoea, were deterred from giving him proper directions, and put him on a wrong scent. They kept this stranger from the knowledge of Hans Person, a peasant at Webomark, who would have conducted him right. The father of this Hans was the first discoverer of the mountain in question, and undertook a journey to Stockholm with a small barrel of the ore; but before he set off, his neighbours made him drunk, and took out the proper ore, replacing it in his barrel with lumps of granite. His son is now at all times ready to show the mountain to any one who inquires for it, and I had some thoughts of going to find out this man, though his residence was far out of my road. Learning however that he was not now at home, but employed somewhere at a distance in building or repairing a bridge, I thought it useless to inquire any further.