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and Argynnis lathonia, and here I took two specimens of 
Parnassius hardwickii, Gray, one worn, the other in beauti- 
ful condition ; it is a lovely creature, but the under-side has 
a curious resemblance to oiled paper. Delicate looking 
though it be, it is strangely tenacious of life. The con- 
currence of a“ Clouded Yellow,” a ‘‘ Queen of Spain,” and an 
‘‘Apollo” was very suggestive of the Alps. All too soon the 
path plunged again into the now somewhat scrubby forest 
to come out finally, at near 11,000 ft., on to the grassy, 
flower-bedecked plateau in which the mountain culminates. 
The Lha To, or rude altar of the degraded form of 
Buddhism that is prevalent in “The Hills,” crowning the 
highest peak, reminded one of the High Places of Baal. 
The troops of butterflies seemed almost to rejoice in the 
glorious panorama of “The Snows” spread far around. 
The brilliant Argynnis lathonia was common, and the 
dingy Vanessa kashmirensis quite abundant—probably 
the more distant of yon white peaks to the left arises from 
its name-place, Kashmir. Colias fieldii was also in large 
numbers, a female exhibiting a symmetrical injury to the 
hind-wings very suggestive of a peck by a bird. Precis 
orithyia was there too, but Aulocera swaha was conspicuous 
by its absence. Of a humming-bird moth, much smaller 
than ours, Rhopalopsyche nycteris, Koll., I netted three 
specimens, one at the flowers of a delphinium. Herbula 
cespitalis, Schiff., reminded me of home. The Blues were 
represented by Cyaniris singalensis, Moore. A male Terias 
hecabe was of the wet-season form. I noted that this 
species is very easy to catch, and is brilliant on the wing ; 
also that when settled on a shrub or flower it is usually 
extremely conspicuous, but not so when it chooses as its 
resting-place a certain low plant with oval leaves fading to 
a yellow tint; then the rounded form of the wings greatly 
aids its concealment. An old friend, Huzxoa corticea, Schiff, 
was taken flying in the sunshine. I had several exciting 
chases after a big yellow Swallow-tail, and eventually 
secured one—my first Papilio! It proved to be our 
machaon, L., var. asiatica, Mén. Here, as in Japan, it scorns 
fens and dykes, glorying in mountain tops. 
On the way down to Narkanda several Pyrameis indica 
disputed the path with our party. 
The great resemblance to European forms presented by 
the bulk of the butterflies seen in this expedition cannot 
fail to strike the reader, 
