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got one or two a week, besides deer occasionally, and abun- 

 dance of jungle-fowl, hornbills, and great fruit-pigeons. His 

 buffaloes supplied plenty of milk, from which he made his 

 own butter ; he grew his own rice and coffee, and had ducks, 

 fowls, and their eggs in profusion. His palm-trees supplied 

 him all the year round with " sagueir," which takes the place 

 of beer, and the sugar made from them is an excellent sweet- 

 meat. All the fine tropical vegetables and fruits were abun- 

 dant in their season, and his cigars were made from tobacco 

 of his own raising. He kindly sent me a bamboo of buffalo- 

 milk every morning ; it was as thick as cream, and required 

 diluting with water to keep it fluid during the day. It mixes 

 very well with tea and coffee, although it has a sUght peculiar 

 flavor, which after a time is not disagreeable. I also got as 

 much sweet " sagueir " as I liked to drink, and Mr. M. always 

 sent me a piece of each pig he killed, which with fowls, eggs, 

 and the birds we shot ourselves, and buffalo beef about once 

 a fortnight, kept my larder sufticiently well supplied. 



Every bit of flat land was cleared and used as rice-fields, 

 and on the lower slopes of many of the hills tobacco and veg- 

 etables were grown. Most of the slopes are covered with 

 huge blocks of rock, very fatiguing to scramble over, while a 

 number of the hills are so precii^itous as to be quite inacces- 

 sible. These circumstances, combined with the excessive 

 drought, were very unfavorable for my pursuits. Birds were 

 scarce, and I got but few new to me. Insects were tolerably 

 plentiful, but unequal. Beetles, usually so numerous and inter- 

 esting were exceedingly scarce, some of the families being 

 quite absent, and others only represented by very minute spe- 

 cies. The flies and bees, on the other hand, were abundant, 

 and of these I daily obtained new and interesting species. The 

 rare and beautiful butterflies of Celebes were the chief object 

 of my search, and I found many species altogether new to me, 

 but they were generally so active and shy as to render their 

 capture a matter of great difiiculty. Almost the only good 

 place for them was in the dry beds of the streams in the forest, 

 where, at damp places, muddy pools, or even on the dry rocks, 

 all sorts of insects could be found. In these rocky forests 

 dwell some of the finest butterflies in the world. Three species 

 of Ornithoptera, measuring seven or eight inches across the 



