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natives eat as many of these cakes as they can; 
and what are left over are hung up in the 
smoke to dry, and are thus preserved for some 
time longer. 
A traveller once went up the Bugong to see 
the gathering in of the butterfly harvest. He 
was just too late, for the natives had cleared 
them all off, and he found only the deserted 
huts, and the remains of the fires that had been 
kindled. He contrived, however, to pick up a 
few straggling butterflies that were left behind, 
and carried them away with him. When he got 
back to his quarters, the natives, who had heard 
of his exploit, came crowding round him, ex¬ 
pecting to be feasted with cakes. They were not 
a little disappointed, when he showed them his 
butterflies, and told them they were not to be 
eaten, but preserved as specimens. This did not 
satisfy them at all, and they went away, express¬ 
ing both surprise, and contempt, at the traveller’s 
want of taste. 
Speaking of the flights of the Bugong, reminds 
me that it is no uncommon thing for butterflies to 
migrate, in countless numbers, from one place to 
another. 
A traveller in Ceylon saw several of these 
flights, and they generally happened in April or 
May. The butterflies passed over in an immense 
