
 
        
         
		in  much  greater  abundance  where  the  light- is  admitted,  
 are  so many attractions to the insects for miles around, and  
 cause a wonderful  accumulation of species and individuals.  
 When the  entomologist  can  discover  such  a  spot,  he does  
 more  in  a  month  than  he  could  possibly do  by a  year’s  
 search in the depths of the undisturbed forest. 
 The next morning we  left  early,  and reached the mouth  
 of  the  little  river  in  about  an  hour.  It  flows  through  a  
 perfectly  flat  alluvial  plain,  but  there  are  hills  which  
 approach  it  near  the  mouth.  Towards  the  lower  part,  in  
 a swamp  where  the  salt-water  must  enter  at  high  tides,  
 were a  number  of  elegant  tree-ferns  from  eight  to  fifteen  
 feet high.  These are generally considered  to  be mountain  
 plants, and rarely to occur  on  the  equator  at  an  elevation  
 of  less than one or two thousand  feet.  In  Borneo,  in  the  
 Aru  Islands,  and  on  the  banks  of  the  Amazon,  I  have  
 observed them  at  the  level  of  the  sea,  and  think  it  probable  
 that the  altitude  supposed  to  be  requisite  for  them  
 may have been  deduced  from  facts  observed  in  countries  
 where the  plains  and  lowlands  are largely cultivated,  and  
 most of  the  indigenous vegetation destroyed.  Such is the  
 case  in  most  parts  of  Java,  India,  Jamaica,  and  Brazil,  
 where  the  vegetation  of  the  tropics  has  been  most  fully  
 explored. 
 Coming  out  to  sea we  turned northwards,  and in about  
 two hours’  sail reached  a few huts,  called Langundi, where 
 some Galela men  had  established  themselves  as  collectors  
 of  gum-dammar,  with  which  they  made  torches  for  the  
 supply  of  the  Ternate  market.  About  a  hundred  yards  
 back  rises  a  rather  steep  hill,  and  a  short  walk  having  
 shown me  that  there was  a  tolerable  path  up  it,  I  determined  
 to  stay here  for  a few  days.  Opposite  us,  and  all  
 along this  coast  of Batchian,  stretches  a row of fine islands  
 completely uninhabited.  Whenever I asked the reason why  
 no one  goes to live in them, the  answer always was,  “ For  
 fear of the Magindano pirates.”  Every year these scourges  
 of the  Archipelago  wander  in  one  direction  or  another,  
 making their  rendezvous  on some  uninhabited  island, and  
 carrying devastation  to  all the  small  settlements  around ,  
 robbing, destroying, killing, or taking captive all they mee  
 with.  Their  long  well-manned  praus  escape  from  the  
 pursuit  of  any sailing vessel  by pulling  away right  in the  
 wind’s  eye, and the warning  smoke of  a steamer generally  
 enables them to hide in some shallow bay, or narrow river,  
 or forest-covered inlet, till the danger is passed.  The only  
 effectual way to put a stop bo  their  depredations would  be  
 to  attack  them  in  their  strongholds  and  villages,  and  
 compel  them  to  give  up  piracy,  and  submit  to  strict  
 surveillance,  Sir  James  Brooke did. this  with  the pirates  
 of  the north-west coast of Borneo,  and deserves the thanks  
 of  the whole population of  the Archipelago  for  having rid  
 them of half  their enemies.