go round by
sea with him to Port Elizabeth, and stop a few weeks at his farm, some
little way up-country from that place. When he was tired of that, he
could go on by rail from Cradock, and complete his programme on the
Orange River.

"If you want butterflies, my boy," said Johnny in his hearty way, "you
shall have lots at my place--tons of them after the rains; and we'll
have some rattling good shooting as well. You can't be always running
about after `bugs,' you know."

So, next day but one, Horace, little loth, was haled by his friend down
to the docks again, and thence round to Port Elizabeth by steamer. From
Port Elizabeth they proceeded, partly by rail partly by Cape cart and
horses, in a north-easterly direction, until at length, after the best
part of a day's journey through some wild and most beautiful scenery,
they drove up late in the evening to a long, low, comfortable farmhouse,
shaded by a big verandah, where they were met and welcomed by Marley's
wife and three sturdy children. After allowing his friend a day's rest,
to unpack his kit and get out his gunnery and collecting-boxes, Johnny
plunged him into a vortex of sport and hard work. A fortnight had
vanished ere Horace could cry off. He had enjoyed it all immensely; but
he really must get on with the butterflies, especially if he meant to go
north to the Orange River.

Marley pretended to grumble a little at his friend's desertion of
buck-shooting for butterfly-collecting; but he quickly placed at his
disposal a sharp Hottentot boy, Jacobus by name, who knew every nook and
corner of that vast countryside, and, barring a little laziness, natural
to Hottentot blood, proved a perfect treasure to the entomologist. The
weather was perfection. Some fine showers had fallen, vegetation had
suddenly started into life, and the flowers were everywhere ablaze. The
bush was in its glory.

Amid all this regeneration of nature, butterflies and insects were
extremely abundant. Horace had a great time of it, and day after day
added largely to his collection. One morning, flitting about here and
there, he noticed a butterfly that seemed new to him. He quickly had a
specimen within his net, and, to his intense satisfaction, found it as
he had suspected, a new species. It belonged to the genus _Eurema_,
which contains but few species, and somewhat resembled _Eurema
schaeneia_ (Trimen), a handsome dark-brown and yellow butterfly, with
tailed hind-wings. B