114 A NATURALIST IN CANNIBAL LAND 



Bwoidunna, a village some two days' march further 

 inland. Here I was able to recruit carriers who went 

 down towards the coast to Okuma and brought my 

 baggage along. I was now some 3000 feet high, and 

 I was encouraged by the sight of a very beautiful 

 butterfly, Papilio weiskei, named after a German 

 collector who had spent some months in the district 

 previously. I was anxious to obtain specimens of 

 it, and I determined to make my headquarters' 

 camp at that spot with a secondary camp at a higher 

 elevation. 



My camp at Bwoidunna was on a much more 

 ambitious scale than any that I had previously had 

 in New Guinea; and I found my stay there very 

 comfortable. The natives were friendly and ex- 

 tremely obliging. I recollect particularly one old 

 native of that village who, for some reason or other, 

 took a fancy to me and insisted on bringing me a 

 present of some native product every day. (Some- 

 times a chicken, sometimes a yam, sometimes a butter- 

 fly.) The natives were so kind, indeed, that they 

 would go without things themselves to keep us in 

 comforts. 



The climate on the hills of New Guinea is very fine. 

 There is no fever. The nights are cool and the days 

 warm and bright. There is undoubtedly a comfort- 

 able future for white people in New Guinea when they 

 learn to utilise hill stations as is done in India. 



The extra demands made on the food-supply of the 



