
 
        
         
		which were  soon  rigged  up  into  a  table  and  shelves.  A  
 broad  bamboo  bench  served  as  sofa  and  bedstead,  my  
 boxes were  conveniently arranged, my mats  spread  on the  
 floor,  a  window  cut  in  the  palm-leaf wall  to  light  my  
 table, and  though the  place was  as miserable  and  gloomy  
 a  shed  as  could  be  imagined,  I  felt  as  contented  as  if  I  
 had obtained  a well-furnished mansion, and looked forward  
 to  a month’s residence in it with unmixed satisfaction. 
 The next  morning,  after an  early breakfast, I  set  off  to  
 explore the virgin  forests of Aru,  anxious  to  set my mind  
 at  rest  as  to  the  treasures  they were  likely to yield,  and  
 the probable success  of my long-meditated expedition.  A  
 little  native  imp was  our  guide,  seduced  by the  gift  of  a  
 German  knife,  value  three-halfpence,  and  my  Macassar  
 boy  Baderoon  brought  his  chopper  to  clear, the  path if  
 necessary. 
 We had  to walk about half  a mile  along the  beach,  the  
 ground  behind the village being mostly swampy,  and then  
 turned  into  the  forest  along  a  path which  leads  to  the  
 native  village  of Wamma,  about  three  miles  off  on  the  
 other side of  the island.  The  path was a narrow one,  and  
 very  little  used,  often  swampy  and  obstructed  by  fallen  
 trees,  so  that  after about  a  mile we lost  it altogether,  our  
 guide  having  turned  back,  and we were  obliged  to follow  
 his  example.  In  the meantime, however,  I  had  not been  
 idle,  and my  day’s  captures  determined  the  success  of my 
 journey in  an  entomological  point  of  view.  I  had taken  
 about  thirty  species  of  butterflies,  more  than  I  had  ever  
 captured  in  a  day since  leaving  the  prolific  banks  of  the  
 Amazon,  and  among  them  were  many  most  rare  and  
 beautiful insects, hitherto  only known  by a few  specimens  
 from  Hew  Guinea.  The  large  and  handsome  spectre-  
 butterfly,  Hestia  durvillei;  the  pale-winged  peacock  
 butterfly,  Drusilla  catops;  and  the  most  brilliant  and  
 wonderful  of  the  clear-winged  moths,  Cocytia  durvillei,  
 were  especially  interesting,  as  well  as  several  little  
 “ blues,”  equalling in  brilliancy  and  beauty  anything  the  
 butterfly  world  can  produce.  In  the  other  groups  of  
 insects  I  was  not  so  successful, but  this  was  not  to  be  
 wondered  at in a mere  exploring  ramble, when  only what  
 is  most  conspicuous  and  novel  attracts  the  attention.  
 Several  pretty  beetles,  a  superb  “ bug,”  and  a  few  nice  
 land-shells were  obtained,  and I  returned in  the afternoon  
 well satisfied with my  first trial of  the promised land. 
 The  next  two  days were  so  wet  and  windy that  there  
 was no going out; but on the succeeding one the sun  shone  
 brightly,  and  I had the good fortune to  capture  one of  the  
 most magnificent insects the world contains, the great birdwinged  
 butterfly,  Ornithoptera poseidon.  I trembled with  
 excitement  as  I  saw  it  coming  majestically towards  me,  
 and  could  hardly believe  I  had  really  succeeded  in  my  
 stroke till  I  had  taken it  out  of  the  net  and  was  gazing,