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vegetable, as the old botanists would have said, with a leaf not unlike 
that of the wild cardamom, and a most peculiar, almost weird-looking 
flower, deep purplish-black in colour, with filaments fully three inches 
long, formed into two great bunches which hang down on either side of 
the corolla. 
It was one o’clock before we got into camp, which was pitched in a 
lovely spot right at the foot of the ascent of the pass over the moun- 
tains, The tents were placed under the shade of what in India would 
have been called a tope, of magnificent Pyinma trees (Lagerstremia 
flos-regine). 
After changing our wet clothes and swallowing a hasty breakfast, 
I sat down to skin the birds I had collected, and to look over, arrange, 
and put away my insects. H. said he would just have a look round 
before he commenced skinning the specimens he had got and wan- 
dered off with a gun. Presently I heard a shot and then another, and 
then a long pause followed by frantic shouts for his net. One of H.’s 
servants ran off with the net, and in about half an hour H. returned 
triumphant. He had secured a lovely specimen of that most beautiful 
of birds, Calyptomena viridis, and another equally beautiful specimen of 
Rhamphococeyx erythrognathus, besides one broken and one perfect 
specimen of that rare butterfly, Thawmantis pseudalzris. 
This ended our collecting for that day, and it was nearly dark before 
we had finished preparing and putting away all the objects we had 
collected. 
Next morning we started somewhat earlier than we had done 
the previous day and climbed on for an hour without stopping to 
collect much, as we wanted to get well ahead of the elephants. 
By the time we had got the worst of the ascent over, the sun came 
over the hill-top and butterflies and birds became more lively. 
The road wound for the most part along the ridge of a long spur, 
and the hill-side was in many places fearfully steep, but all covered 
with dense ever-green jungle. In one place where the road, owing to 
the broadening of the spur, opened out somewhat, H. and I sat down 
on a fallen log and took a rest. A dead and half-rotten tree was in 
front of us a little off the road, and our attention was attracted 
to this by seeing what we both took for a woodpecker hammering 
away, but rather gently and with little noise, at the top. Every now 
