Last year, intending to make a study of this insect and finding my efforts to hunt it fruitless, I was obliged to have recourse to the good offices of a forest-ranger, who sent me a pair of couples from the Lagarde plateau, that bleak district where the beech-tree begins its escalade of the Ventoux.
Now and then freakish fortune takes it into her head to smile upon the persevering.

What was not to be found last year has become almost common this summer.

Without leaving my narrow enclosure, I obtain as many Grasshoppers as I could wish.

I hear them rustling at night in the green thickets.

Let us make the most of the windfall, which perhaps will not occur again.
In the month of June my treasures are installed, in a sufficient number of couples, under a wire cover standing on a bed of sand in an earthen pan.