68 NOTES ON A TRIP TO BUKIT ETAM, SELANGOR. 



all near the river. One, I am told, actually rises in the bed 

 of the stream. The principal stream rises out of a mass of 

 granitic rock about 20 feet high and 30 or 40 in circum- 

 ference. Sulphuretted hydrogen is given off in considerable 

 quantities by the springs. The temperature of the water is, 

 I believe, about 180 Fahr., but as I had no thermometer I 

 could not test it myself. Butterflies of several species 

 appeared to like the hot water, for they hovered about and 

 settled on the moist rocks and sucked up the water. Here I 

 got three or four specimens of that prince of butterflies, the 

 beautiful Orjiithoptera Brookeana, resplendent in black and 

 green velvet. The water of the river here is quite cold and 

 clear like an English stream, and orchids are pretty abundant on 

 the trees. No beasts w T ere seen in the jungle, and only a few 

 birds. One or two red woodpeckers, a few tailor-birds (Or- 

 thotomus ruficeps) and bulbuls, a solitary pair of crows, and 

 now and then a wagtail were the only representatives of the 

 feathered tribes that were seen. 



The Sungei Lui, an affluent of the Sungei Langat, had 

 to be forded three or four times in the course of our ride, but 

 was nowhere much more than kneedeep. On the sandy banks 

 of the river, especially at one place where there were a lot of 

 durian skins, and at moist spots on the paths, numbers of but- 

 terflies, principally belonging to the family Pieridse, but in- 

 cluding some Papilios and others, w T ere seen, and every now 

 and then one of the blues would cross the path with a flash of 

 metallic light, or a big swallow-tail zigzag down the road, or a 

 glorious black and gold Ornithopteron come sailing lazily out 

 of the jungle, at one side only, to disappear a moment or two 

 later on the other. Leeches were, as usual, plentiful in this 

 low damp jungle. A beautiful orange-flowered globba (Glob- 

 ba aurantiaca) was plentiful along the sides of the path, and 

 I found a single plant of a small-leaved begonia. 



At the foot of the hill, where the path to Ginting Peris 

 branches off, we dismounted, and sent our ponies back to Ulu 

 Langat. After a rest of some hours, and tiffin, w r e started to 

 walk the remaining four or five miles, all of which is uphill 

 and pretty steep. After ascending a short way, a belt of 



