166 ABOUT ORCHIDS. 
todo as much for Disa Coopferz, though not by my 
own skill. One supreme little triumph is mine, 
however, In very early days, when animated 
with the courage of utter ignorance, I bought 
eight bulbs of Dzsa discolor, and flowered them, 
every one! No mortal in Europe had done it 
before, nor has any tried since, I charitably hope, 
for a more rubbishing bloom does not exist. But 
there it was—Ego fect! And the specimen in the 
Herbarium at Kew bears my name. 
But legends should not be disregarded when it 
is certain that they reach us from a native source. 
Some of the most striking finds had been an- 
nounced long since by observant savages. I 
have told the story of Phalenopsis Sanderiana. 
It was a Zulu who put the discoverer of the 
new yellow Calla on the track. The blue Utri- 
cularia had been heard of and discredited long 
before it was found—Utricularias are not orchids 
indeed, but only botanists regard the distinction. 
The natives of Assam persistently assert that a 
bright yellow Cymbidium growsthere, of supremest 
beauty, and we expect it to turn up one day; 
the Malagasy describe a scarlet one. But I am 
digressing. 
Epidendrums mostly will bear as much heat as 
can be given them while growing ; all demand 
