HOBART—WELLINGTON 
411 
Boisd., was common under pieces of dead Eucalyptus wood, while 
in momentary glimpses of sunshine numbers of the velvety-black, 
red-tailed Lycid, Metriorrhynchus haemorrhoidalis , 0. Waterhouse, 
flew slowly about bushy small-flowered Composites. The common 
Earwig, Forfimla auricularia , Linn., also turned up, presumably 
an introduced species. 
The only Molluscs that Mrs. Longstaff met with were introduced 
Slugs, viz. Limax maximm , Linn., and Agriolimax agrestis, Linn. 
After we had refreshed the inner man there was nothing left 
for it but to descend. We found the town bathed in sunshine and 
paid a short visit to the Botanical Garden. Here I saw fresh 
specimens of the southern form of Pyrameis cardui , Linn., named 
by McCoy, kershawi, after Mr. Kershaw of Sydney, N.S.W. It 
oriented as I had seen the typical form do in many remote places. 
Precis vdleda , Eabr., looked quite familiar, though I had never seen 
that species alive before : it was rather common but much worn and 
of extremely “ dry ” type. The only other butterfly was the widely 
spread Zizera labradus , Godart, a very uninteresting Blue, none the 
more attractive for being in poor condition. Out of a pine-tree 
I beat the Lithosiid Scoliacma orthotoma , Meyrk., it has a curiously 
truncated hind-wing. 
The Ant Camponotus novae-hollandiae, Mayr, was very busy on 
the paths, and some as yet undetermined Acridians were to be found 
upon the lawns. There were several links with the Old Country; 
the Honey-bee, Apis mellifica, Linn., var. unicolor, Latr., and Eristalis 
tenax , Linn.; while Mrs. Longstaff found two living specimens and 
many dead spires of our common garden Snail, Helix aspersa , Miill., 
var. undulata , Moq. Tand. 
From Hobart to Wellington the sea was unusually benevolent 
to us, drizzly weather, however, for three days made observations 
impossible; on the fourth a more broken sky allowed a noon-tide 
“ sight, 15 which proved us to be about 25 miles south of our reckoning. 
In really bad weather this might have been awkward since the lights 
on the Western Coast of the South Island are few and none too 
good. In the afternoon we sighted far, far away the New Zealand 
Alps, but could not make out any snow. 
The next day we steamed up the fine harbour of Wellington, a 
harbour whose main fault is that though completely land-locked, it 
is too large to afford much shelter from an easterly wind. When we 
got alongside we were greeted by a not too clean Naval Lieutenant, 
who had come away from his ship in the midst of coaling. Grimy 
