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Title: Moths of the Limberlost
Author: Gene Stratton-Porter
Release Date: January, 2004 [EBook #4907] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on March 24, 2002]
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MOTHS OF THE LIMBERLOST
A book about Limberlost Cabin
by
Gene Stratton-Porter

To Neltje Degraff Doubleday

"All diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains, and splendid dyes, As are the Tiger Moth's deep damask wings."

CONTENTS
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.
It is quite true that "One man's meat is another's poison." When poor Limber, lost and starving in the fastnesses of the swamp, gave to it a name, afterward to be on the lips of millions; to him it was deadly poison. To me it has been of unspeakable interest, unceasing work of joyous nature, and meat in full measure, with occasional sweetbreads by way of a treat.
Primarily, I went to the swamp to study and reproduce the birds. I never thought they could have a rival in my heart. But these fragile night wanderers, these moonflowers of June's darkness, literally "thrust themselves upon me." When my cameras were placed before the home of a pair of birds, the bushes parted to admit light, and clinging to them I found a creature, often