
 
        
         
		the mixture  of the Portuguese or Brazilian with the Indian  
 produces the “ Mameluco,” who is not unfrequently lighter  
 than  either  parent,  and  always  lighter  than  the  Indian.  
 The  women  at  Batchian,  although  generally  fairer  than  
 the  men,  are  coarse  in  features,  and  very  far  inferior  in  
 beauty  to the  mixed Dutch-Malay girls,  or  even  to  many  
 pure Malays. 
 The part of the village in which I resided was a grove of  
 cocoa-nut  trees,  and  at night, wdien  the  dead  leaves  were  
 sometimes collected together and burnt, the effect was most  
 magnificent—-the tall stems, the fine crowns of foliage, and  
 the  immense  fruit-clusters,  being  brilliantly  illuminated  
 against’ a dark sky,  and  appearing  like  a fairy palace  supported  
 on a hundred  columns,  and  groined over with leafy  
 arches.  The cocoa-nut tree, when well grown,  is  certainly  
 the prince of palms both for beauty and utility. 
 During my very first walk into the forest at Batchian,  I  
 had seen  sitting on a leaf out of reach,  an immense butterfly  
 of  a dark  colour marked With white  and  yellow  spots.  
 I  could  not  capture  it  as  it  flew  away high  up  into  the  
 forest,  hut  I  at  once  saw  that  it was  a  female  of  a  new  
 species  of  Omithoptera  or  “ bird-winged  butterfly,”  the  
 pride  of  the  Eastern  tropics.  I  was very  anxious  to  get  
 it and to  find  the male, which  in  this  genus  is  always  of 
 extreme  beauty.  During  the  ' two  succeeding  months  I  
 only saw  it  once  again,  and  shortly  afterwards  I  saw  the 
 male flying high  in  the  air  at  the  mining  village.  I  had  
 begun  to  despair of  ever getting a  specimen,  as  it  seemed  
 so  rare  and  wild ;  till  one  day,  about  the  beginning  of  
 January,  I  found  a  beautiful  shrub with  large white  leafy  
 bracts  and yellow flowers,  a. species of Musssenda,  and saw  
 one  of  these noble  insects  hovering  over  it,  but  it was too  
 quick for me,  and flew away.  The  next  day I went  again  
 to the same  shrub  and  succeeded in  catching a female, and  
 the day after a fine male.  I found it to be as I had expected,  
 a perfectly new  and  most magnificent  species,  and  one  of  
 the  most  gorgeously  coloured  butterflies  in  the  world.  
 Pine  specimens  of  the male  are  more  than  seven  inches  
 across the wings, which are velvety black and fiery  orange,  
 the latter  colour  replacing the  green  of  the  allied  species.  
 The beauty and  brilliancy of  this  insect  are  indescribable,  
 and  none  but  a  naturalist  can  understand  the  intense  
 excitement  I  experienced  when  I   at  length  captured  it.  
 On taking it out of my net and opening the glorious wings,  
 my heart began to beat violently,  the  blood  rushed  to  my  
 head, and  I felt much more like fainting than I have  done  
 when in apprehension of  immediate death.  I had  a headache  
 the  rest  of  the  day,  so  great  was  the  excitement  
 produced  by  what  will  appear  to  most  people  a  very  
 inadequate  cause. 
 I  had  decided  to  return  to  Ternate  in  a  week  or  two  
 more, but this grand  capture determined me to  stay  on  till 
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