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strong knife, and a quart can to put his beetles in; 

 and, before night, we were surprised to see him return- 

 ing with the can completely full of these enormous 

 insects. He had found a nest of them and taken all 

 there were. We gave him a small knife for the lot, 

 and he departed, happy. Sometimes we let him take 



BAMHOO BEETLE. 



our nets and bottles to catch butterflies, and he gener- 

 ally did as well as, or better than, we could have done 

 ourselves, so that we owe many of our finest speci- 

 mens to Waboota. 



I had a favorite young fellow named Roboor, who 

 often used to go shooting with me, and I became quite 

 attached to him. He was quite dark, almost black ; but 

 had a pleasant face, and was always ready for a tramp. 

 His hair was a perfect bush of kinky fuzz, and stood 

 up on his head in a mass as large as a half-bushel meas- 

 ure. He wore no clothing, and his well-shaped body 

 reminded me of some Roman statue. He possessed a 



