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it is a consolation to know that in this particular district there are 

 many miles of downland with which the ruthless hand of the builder 

 is unlikely to meddle, and which contain many sheltered nooks and 

 corners where, for aught we know, some of our apparently lost 

 species may yet retain a foothold, and which may even contain other 

 species as yet unknown to the district. 



A Morning's Sport near Rockhampton, Queensland, 



Australia. 



By W. F. Warne. Read February 2>th, 1894. 



On Easter Saturday (April i6th, 1892) finding myself with a 

 morning to spare, I started for my first ramble in the Queensland 

 Bush on a lepidopterous expedition. 



With apparatus very rough and ready, it was not long before I 

 wished I had two or three hundred nests of boxes with me. Seeing 

 the uselessness of catching more than I could possibly carry with- 

 out damaging the specimens, I confined myself to obtaining one or 

 two of each of the different species I noticed, and the following is 

 the record of about an hour and a half's work within a limited space 

 of two or three hundred yards. 



The first capture was a small yellow butterfly, Terias smilax (?), 

 which was plentiful, but as it was flying over boggy and marshy 

 land I did not trouble much about it. The next insect was a male 

 of the magnificent Fapilio erectheus, called by bushmen the king 

 butterfly. In catching it I felt some of the enthusiasm of a young 

 collector getting his first Apatura iris ; netting it was one thing, but 

 killing it with my cyanide bottle (a rather small one) was a much 

 more difficult operation. 



1 had now arrived at a spot known locally as the '" Orangery," 

 and had been directed to a corner of the enclosure that was bounded 

 by a fairly wide stream, there very shallow. On the way I netted 

 what I took for an ordinary " blue," but afterwards found to be 

 Lyccena boetica. Then Deiopeia pulchella came to destruction. 

 I had taken a specimen of this species a few evenings before, as 

 it was sprawling about in the wet on the counter of the bar of the 

 hotel 1 had just arrived at, at " Charters Towers " (of gold mining 

 fame). I remember being amused at the look on the barmaid's 

 face when I carefully put the moth into an empty matchbox I 

 had with me, before even asking whether I could have a room for 

 the night. By this time I had arrived at the corner, and shall never 

 forget the sight : a small flowering shrub with, I think, white bloom, 

 shaded with pink or mauve, was attracting hundreds of insects. 

 I quickly caught HypoUmnas bolina, Eurycus cressida, Danais 



