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thought that it did not fall to the good lot of every 

 hunter to live in the midst of such a wondrous vege- 

 tation and feast on pan^ots. In the evening, a fiill 

 moon shed broad oscillating bands of silver light 

 through the large polished leaves of the bananas 

 aronnd our d^^elling, as they slowly waved to and 

 fro in the cool, refreshing breeze. Then the low 

 cooing of doves came up out of the dark forest, and 

 the tree-toads piped out theii' long, shrill notes. 

 That universal pest, the mosquito, was also there, 

 singing his same bloodthh'sty tune in out' ears. Our 

 beds were perched on poles, high above the floor of 

 the hut, that we might avoid such xinpleasant bed- 

 fellows as large snakes, which ai*e very common and 

 most unceremonious visitors. That night we were 

 disturbed but once, and then by a loud rattling of iron 

 pots and a general crashing of crockery ; instantly 

 I awoke with an indefinite apprehension that we 

 were experiencing one of the liightful eart.hquakes 

 iv^hich mj friend had been vividly picturing before 

 we retired. The natives set up a loud hooting and 

 shouting, and finally the cause of the whole disturb- 

 ance was found to be a lean, hungry dog that was 

 attempting to satisfy his appetite on what remained 

 of our parrot-stew. 



My chief object on this excursion was to collect 

 insects j and among some white-leaved shrubs, near 

 the shore, I found many magnificent specimens of a 

 very large, richly-colored Papilio, The general color 

 of the upper surface of its wings %vas a blue-black, 

 and beneath were large patches of bright red. An- 

 other was a blue-black above, with large spots of 



