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liis brother Josepli, where they liad grand sport with an old- 

 fashioned Higliland shepherd, who was a great character, 

 and very fond of Godman. When asked by one of Lord 

 Lovat^s stalivcrs, who was jealous of their success, what 

 sport they were having at Kilelan, lie replied, ^^ There is no 

 a good stag coming on our ground, but he will go off on a 

 pony/^ And later on, when Godman rented the Duke of 

 Richmond's forest of Glenavon, lie killed in his 70th year 

 eight stags in one day with eight successive shots. He was 

 also very fond of hunting, and though not what one would 

 call a thrusting rider, was bad to beat in the Crawley and 

 Horsham country, where he lived, and where his brother. 

 Col. C. B. Godman, was for many years M.F.H. 



In 1880 we made a short trip to India together, and after 

 visiting the late Mr. Allan Hume at Simla, went to Sikkim 

 and got as far into the interior as the snow would then 

 allow. Even at this time Godman, though a very good 

 walker, had a slight weakness in the heai"t, Avhich was 

 affected at very high elevations, and on one occasion, when 

 we had to camp on a cold frosty night in a hut half full 

 of snow at 12,500 feet, he was so much overcome by the 

 exertion of climbing in the snow at this altitude^ that for 

 a time I was very anxious about his recovery. 



When we were at Darjeeling, the only known specimens 

 of that wonderfnl butterfly Bliutanites UdderclaUi had been 

 taken near Buxa Dooar, and Godman undertook a long and 

 dangerous journey through the fever-stricken Dooars in order 

 to try to find out exactly where it occurred. In this he failed, 

 and it was only years afterwards that a better knowledge of 

 this beautiful insect was obtained by the late Mr. Doherty 

 in the Naga Hills [cf. P. Z. S. 1891, p. 249). Inspired by the 

 voyage of the ' Marchesa,' Godman and I formed a plan 

 about this time to make a journey to the Malay Islands, 

 but this for various reasons was never carried out ; and 

 perhaps it was as well that his interest was never diverted 

 from Central America, or his great life-work, the 'Biologia/ 

 might never have been completed. 



Later on he had a clot of blood in the veins of his leg. 



