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to our conservatories, and a vast harvest awaits the grower 

 of tropical plants other than orchids. 



Now, the morning half gone, rain falls a gentle mist, 

 light as dew, refreshing and pleasant. 



Through the drops to the blossom comes a great morpho 

 butterfly of blue tinsel, soon followed by a big yellow papilio. 



FIG. 86. A JUNGLE BLOSSOM. 



A tiny while- butterfly, bordered with black, dashes up and 

 attacks the papilio with fury, driving it away, as a Kingbird 

 vanquishes a Hawk. 



Just as we are about to arise, a Goldbird calls in the 

 distance and then without warning a beautiful song rings 

 out close at hand six or eight clear descending notes like 

 the early morning chant of the Woodhewer, but even more 



