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follow it along to the Kiver (Umblanga), which we are 

 now approaching, Nymphalis Ethalion, N. CithcBron, N. 

 Neanthes, and N. Zoolina, are all victimised in a couple of 

 hundred yards. 



When we reach the river, instead of crossing it by the Drift 

 we follow a path by its side, till we reach some precipitous rocks, 

 with rather rough walking and sedgy margin with patches of 

 nettles. A little examination shows us Diadema Dubms and 

 Anthedon, and after several trials we get the latter. As, however, 

 the sun is low and off most of this face, we push on, and the 

 veteran makes up his mind to try a quiet morning by himself 

 along this bit of country, now that he knows his way about. 

 Along this cliffy scramble for a quarter of a mile and we emerge 

 suddenly in a mill yard, with all the busy operations of sugar- 

 crushing, &c., going on. As the steam and the smell and heat are 

 not inviting, and we are nearly due on the top of the hill, a mile 

 away, to meet the ladies, we turn abruptly up the cliff face, the 

 bottom of which we have been following, and after a stiffish pull 

 find ourselves a couple of hundred feet above the mill. As we 

 leave the stream, however, we take a local insect, Mycalesis 

 Perspicua, a rather pretty little Satyrus. 



The view of country, that opens out to us from this summit, 

 is a rolling sweep of ground rising gradually, and dotted with 

 patches of scrub, chiefly Mimosa. In the distance is the dark 

 green of the Bush, in which we first adventured in the morning. 

 The grass is rather brown and patchy, and the country is rocky, 

 but we add to our captures the well marked Anthocaris Eris and 

 Acrcca Punctatissima, both pretty numerous and excessively local 

 in their occurrence, this being the only spot in the country-side 

 where I know them to occur. Anthocaris Dance is caught, male 

 and female, on some yellow flowers, feeding; a.nd Juiionia Cloantha, 

 a very typical insect of this open country, is in fair plenty and 

 good condition. 



Rising the next hill we come in sight of our trysting place, 

 and see the cart waiting for us. In order not to keep the ladies 

 waiting we push on rather hurriedly ; but, despite our gallantry, 

 I am bound to diverge to a quarry not far out of the way in which 

 I always can count on getting Alana Amazoula, and to search a 

 patch of rocks where LeucocJiitoiiea bicolor is not unusual: the 

 latter we find, but only an old used-up specimen ; the former, we 



