The bat had begun his supper, and the man and the mixture had provided it for him.
Out of five moths caught, I became the victim of clever theft in the case of three.

The other two, of no great value as specimens, I was just quick enough to secure.

Under other circumstances, my patience as a collector would still have been a match for the dexterity of the bats.

But on that evening--a memorable evening when I look back at it now--my spirits were depressed, and I was easily discouraged.

My favorite studies of the insect-world seemed to have lost their value in my estimation.