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NEW ZEALAND 
Queenstown (Lake Wakatipu). 
March 16th. 
On our arrival Mr. Howes at once rushed out and sugared a few 
trees near the town. There were not many moths, amongst them 
the predominating species was Persectanict ewingi and with it were a 
very few * Hyssia moderata , * Morrisonia phricias, * M . tartaraea, 
* M. prionistis, * M. mutans , a couple of * Coremia semisignata , and a 
* Crambus sublicellus. The feature of the evening was a splendid 
specimen of what Mr. Hudson calls * Melanchra pictula , White; a 
green and black insect with white reniform stigma and pink hind- 
wings, now called by Sir George Hampson, * Miselia meyricci . 
That night Mr. Howes captured at the lamp in the hotel porch 
a very fine specimen of * Euxoa admirationis, of a markedly grey 
tint. 
Beyond taking a few * Chrysophanus boldenarum on the shores of 
the Frankton Arm, I did little the next day till late afternoon when 
we rode about 2000 ft. up Ben Lomond, sending the horses back. 
Mr. Howes scrambled down to the edge of the bush to lay on the 
sugar, while I took the “ billy ” to fetch water—a process that some¬ 
how brought to my mind the doings of the 10th Legion under Julius 
Caesar. It was much further than I thought, and, too late, I 
regretted the premature dismissal of my horse. Truly there was water 
in the ravine below the sugaring ground, but it was hopelessly 
inaccessible, so I had to climb up quite 500 ft. to a tiny stream to 
fill my billy, moreover I had to carry it down again without spilling. 
For this difficult operation I luckily proved to have a natural 
talent. Proudly depositing my (nearly) full tin in a position of 
security I set to work to build a fire-place and to collect dead wood. 
When all was ready Mr. Howes turned up with brush and pot. I 
can recall few things more delightful than sitting at the close of day 
on the mountain-side in the one approximately level spot, drinking 
our tea and eating our food with the proud feeling that we were 
doing what no mortal entomologist had ever done before. The 
solitude, the wild beauty of the place and the keen sense of anticipa¬ 
tion were most delightful. 
The upper edge of the bush had been sugared: mostly small trees 
clinging on to the rocky soil, and needing free use of the knife to 
clear their stems of superfluous twigs. Of a track there was no 
manner of trace, but by skilful use of toes and heels it was just 
possible to walk on what was little better than a Cumberland scree. 
