ut Horace's new capture was widely different, in
this respect: the whole of the under surface of the wings was suffused
with a strong roseate pink, which mingled here and there with the brown,
sometimes darker, sometimes lighter in its hue.

Here was a thrilling discovery--a discovery which, as Horace laughingly
said to himself, would make old Parchell "sit up" at their Society's
meeting next spring. Horace captured eight more specimens--the
butterfly was not too plentiful--and then made for home in an ecstasy of
delight.

A few days after this memorable event he set off with Jacobus for a
farmhouse thirty miles away, to the owner of which--an English
Afrikander--Marley had given him an introduction. As they passed near
the kloof where the new butterfly had been discovered, which lay about
half-way, Horace off-saddled for an hour, and picked up half a dozen
more specimens of the new _Eurema_. These he placed with the utmost
care in his collecting-box. At noon they saddled up and rode on again.
Towards three o'clock they emerged from the hills upon a shallow, open,
grassy valley, girt about by bush and mountain scenery. This small
valley was ablaze with flowers, and butterflies were very abundant.
Getting Jacobus to lead his horse quietly after him, Horace wandered
hither and thither among the grass and flowers, every now and again
sweeping up some butterfly that took his fancy. Suddenly, as he opened
his net to secure a new capture, he uttered an exclamation of intense
surprise. "By all that's entomological!" he cried, looking up with a
comical expression at the stolid and uninterested Hottentot boy, "I've
done it, I've done it! I've hit upon the old Professor's new
butterfly!"

No man could well be more pleased with himself than Horace Maybold at
that moment. In ten minutes he had within his box seven or eight more
specimens, for the butterfly--the wonderful, the undiscoverable _Achraea
Parchelli_--seemed to be fairly plentiful.

"How far are we off Mr Gunton's place now, Jacobus?" asked Horace.

"Nie, var, nie, Baas," (Not so far, master), replied the boy in his
Dutch _patois_. "'Bout one mile, I tink. See, dar kom another Baas!"

Horace shaded his eyes and looked. About one hundred and fifty yards
off there appeared above the tall grass a curious figure, remarkable for
a huge white helmet, loose light coat, and pink face and blue
spectacles. A green butterfly net was borne upon the figure's shoulde