PORCUPINE AND CAT 



One day the house-boy proudly presented me with 

 two Atlas mothsj though, unfortunately, he had rubbed 

 their wings. Still, I kept them alive until they had laid 

 their eggs, which in due course hatched out. When 

 I left for home the caterpillars were going quite strong, 

 but as there was no chance of taking them with me, I 

 had to give up the idea of getting any cocoons. 



One incident that stands out in my mind was that 

 of a porcupine in a Chinaman's house. A bowl of food 

 was put down, and both dogs and cats kept by the 

 Chinaman rushed up and wanted to feed; but the 

 porcupine kept running backwards in a circle to keep 

 them away, until he was satisfied that no further 

 attempt would be made on the food. When he had 

 secured the dish for himself he, however, took pity on 

 a miserable-looking cat and allowed it to feed with him. 



Even in Kudat I was still the victim of the thunder- 

 storms. My developing room consisted of the space 

 underneath Hastings' house. Naturally the heat there 

 was appalling, and it was impossible to work without 

 some ventilation. Consequently, I was forced to leave 

 a certain space open, with the result that more than 

 one length of film was fogged by the terrific flashes of 

 lightning. 



Developing in Kudat meant so many hours of 

 absolute misery. The temperature of the room was 

 usually about 90° F., whilst the vv^ater was never less 

 than 80° F. I used to strip down almost to the 



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