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therefore, I swept my net and by degrees emptied its contents into my 

 collecting bottle. One — two — all three kinds of honey bees — Apis 

 dorsata, indica, and floralis — also several flies (Diptera) and a whopping 

 female of Eumenes arcuata^ a black and yellow solitary mud-building 

 wasp. This insect is common all over Burma, and the males are even 

 more common than the females, though apparently de Saussure had 

 not got hold of the former when he wrote his Monograph of the 

 Vespidce, for he says " Male. Inconnu." 



While I am putting away my bottle — whish past my ear goes 

 something — a butterfly of sorts and a " blue" at that. I see it sitting 

 underneath a leaf with wings closed over its back, a white bar crosses 

 the underside of the wings, which puts me into a flutter as to the 

 possibility of the butterfly being that awfully rare blue, Arrhenothrix 

 penicilligera, de Niceville. I give a sweep with my net, but the beastly 

 thorns catch it, and the butterfly frightened flies round twice and 

 then settles on a bush behind me. This time I catch it, and find 

 that it is only Camena cotys, which is common enough in Tenas- 

 serim. It is disappointing. I don't believe I shall ever come across 

 Mr. de Niceville's butterfly with the jaw-breaking name, and it ought 

 to occur in Tenasserim too. 



However, having gained my breath, and the guide being anxious to 

 get on, I bent to the climb again. Up and up we struggled, gaining 

 our way almost inch by inch. Path there was none, only the rubbed 

 look of the rock here and there or of a creeper which had been often 

 used as a help in the climb showed the way. In about an hour we got 

 to the top of a ridge, on which there was a little space not absolutely as 

 steep as the side of a house, and along which some pretence at any rate 

 to a jungle path, led to the foot of the nest ridge. I threw myself down 

 and panted freely. If a bird of paradise or the aforesaid long-named 

 butterfly had suddenly made their appearance, I should have regarded 

 them with iudifference. I looked at my Karen companion and I got 

 dreadfully angry ; he had not turned a hair ; he was perfectly calm, and 

 was proceeding to light a pipe. Nothing makes me so angry as being 

 very hot and wet myself and seeing another man cool and comfortable. 

 However, most considerately nothing shootable or catchable (I don't 

 know whether I am right in my terms) appeared until I was able to 

 move again, and then the guide pointed at something dark that was 

 mousing about at the foot of a fallen boulder some fifteen yards away ; 

 it was small and I at first took it for a rat, but presently it came more 



