Todo viajero, cuando se es viajero en el sentido pleno de la palabra, busca algo. Contemplar las ruinas de un templo al atardecer, sentir el bullicio de un bazar, lograr la inmovilidad absoluta junto al mar, atravesar una cordillera o experimentar un sabor inalcanzable. Margaret Fountaine buscaba mariposas, o quizás buscase la libertad que le ofrecían las mariposas.

He was born in a prosperous family of Victorian England and was educated with tutors with his sisters.He was fantasy and in love.In the newspaper that began writing at age 16, and that he would not abandon until his death, he recorded his infatuation by an Irish young man who sang in the choir.I saw him every Sunday in religious services and followed him in the streets, but he never went to him.

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He also drew cathedrals, visited botanical gardens and the collection of butterflies of a family friend, Henry Elwes, a well -known naturalist.At 20 years a large heritage changed its horizon.It was not necessary to submit to the mandate that imposed the duty to marry.Fountoine considered the home an "absolute boredom," according to his diary.Made use of its independence to travel.

Intrepid traveler

His first destination were the alpine landscapes of France and Switzerland.Accompanied by her sister and provided, as usual then, from a network to hunt butterflies, she recognized in her walks some of the specimens that Elwes had shown her.The box that filled these winged insects would be the germ of their own collection.

His vocation was fixed with the rapidity of who is looking for a destiny.Marched to Corsica in search of new specimens.He did not consider limiting themselves to collecting them.His ambition was scientific.Contacted other travelers related to lepidoptera.It was a world of men in which he did not hesitate to settle.