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At
first
he
had
travelled
a
good
deal
amongst
the
islands
,
but
age
had
stolen
upon
him
,
and
of
late
he
seldom
left
his
spacious
house
three
miles
out
of
town
,
with
an
extensive
garden
,
and
surrounded
by
stables
,
offices
,
and
bamboo
cottages
for
his
servants
and
dependants
,
of
whom
he
had
many
.
He
drove
in
his
buggy
every
morning
to
town
,
where
he
had
an
office
with
white
and
Chinese
clerks
.
He
owned
a
small
fleet
of
schooners
and
native
craft
,
and
dealt
in
island
produce
on
a
large
scale
.
For
the
rest
he
lived
solitary
,
but
not
misanthropic
,
with
his
books
and
his
collection
,
classing
and
arranging
specimens
,
corresponding
with
entomologists
in
Europe
,
writing
up
a
descriptive
catalogue
of
his
treasures
.
Such
was
the
history
of
the
man
whom
I
had
come
to
consult
upon
Jim
's
case
without
any
definite
hope
.
Simply
to
hear
what
he
would
have
to
say
would
have
been
a
relief
.
I
was
very
anxious
,
but
I
respected
the
intense
,
almost
passionate
,
absorption
with
which
he
looked
at
a
butterfly
,
as
though
on
the
bronze
sheen
of
these
frail
wings
,
in
the
white
tracings
,
in
the
gorgeous
markings
,
he
could
see
other
things
,
an
image
of
something
as
perishable
and
defying
destruction
as
these
delicate
and
lifeless
tissues
displaying
a
splendour
unmarred
by
death
.
"'
Marvellous
!
"
he
repeated
,
looking
up
at
me
.
"
Look
!
The
beauty
--
but
that
is
nothing
--
look
at
the
accuracy
,
the
harmony
.
And
so
fragile
!
And
so
strong
!
And
so
exact
!
This
is
Nature
--
the
balance
of
colossal
forces
.
Every
star
is
so
--
and
every
blade
of
grass
stands
so
--
and
the
mighty
Kosmos
in
perfect
equilibrium
produces
--
this
.
This
wonder
;
this
masterpiece
of
Nature
--
the
great
artist
.
"
"'
Never
heard
an
entomologist
go
on
like
this
,
"
I
observed
cheerfully
.
"
Masterpiece
!
And
what
of
man
?
'
"'
Man
is
amazing
,
but
he
is
not
a
masterpiece
,
"
he
said
,
keeping
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
glass
case
.
"
Perhaps
the
artist
was
a
little
mad
.
Eh
?
What
do
you
think
?
Sometimes
it
seems
to
me
that
man
is
come
where
he
is
not
wanted
,
where
there
is
no
place
for
him
;
for
if
not
,
why
should
he
want
all
the
place
?
Why
should
he
run
about
here
and
there
making
a
great
noise
about
himself
,
talking
about
the
stars
,
disturbing
the
blades
of
grass
?
...
"
"'
Catching
butterflies
,
"
I
chimed
in
.
'
He
smiled
,
threw
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
and
stretched
his
legs
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
captured
this
rare
specimen
myself
one
very
fine
morning
.
And
I
had
a
very
big
emotion
.
You
do
n't
know
what
it
is
for
a
collector
to
capture
such
a
rare
specimen
.
You
ca
n't
know
.
"
'
I
smiled
at
my
ease
in
a
rocking-chair
.
His
eyes
seemed
to
look
far
beyond
the
wall
at
which
they
stared
;
and
he
narrated
how
,
one
night
,
a
messenger
arrived
from
his
"
poor
Mohammed
,
"
requiring
his
presence
at
the
"
residenz
"
--
as
he
called
it
--
which
was
distant
some
nine
or
ten
miles
by
a
bridle-path
over
a
cultivated
plain
,
with
patches
of
forest
here
and
there
.
Early
in
the
morning
he
started
from
his
fortified
house
,
after
embracing
his
little
Emma
,
and
leaving
the
"
princess
,
"
his
wife
,
in
command
.
He
described
how
she
came
with
him
as
far
as
the
gate
,
walking
with
one
hand
on
the
neck
of
his
horse
;
she
had
on
a
white
jacket
,
gold
pins
in
her
hair
,
and
a
brown
leather
belt
over
her
left
shoulder
with
a
revolver
in
it
.
"
She
talked
as
women
will
talk
,
"
he
said
,
"
telling
me
to
be
careful
,
and
to
try
to
get
back
before
dark
,
and
what
a
great
wickedness
it
was
for
me
to
go
alone
.
We
were
at
war
,
and
the
country
was
not
safe
;
my
men
were
putting
up
bullet-proof
shutters
to
the
house
and
loading
their
rifles
,
and
she
begged
me
to
have
no
fear
for
her
.
She
could
defend
the
house
against
anybody
till
I
returned
.
And
I
laughed
with
pleasure
a
little
.
I
liked
to
see
her
so
brave
and
young
and
strong
.
I
too
was
young
then
.
At
the
gate
she
caught
hold
of
my
hand
and
gave
it
one
squeeze
and
fell
back
.
I
made
my
horse
stand
still
outside
till
I
heard
the
bars
of
the
gate
put
up
behind
me
.
There
was
a
great
enemy
of
mine
,
a
great
noble
--
and
a
great
rascal
too
--
roaming
with
a
band
in
the
neighbourhood
.
I
cantered
for
four
or
five
miles
;
there
had
been
rain
in
the
night
,
but
the
musts
had
gone
up
,
up
--
and
the
face
of
the
earth
was
clean
;
it
lay
smiling
to
me
,
so
fresh
and
innocent
--
like
a
little
child
.
Suddenly
somebody
fires
a
volley
--
twenty
shots
at
least
it
seemed
to
me
.
I
hear
bullets
sing
in
my
ear
,
and
my
hat
jumps
to
the
back
of
my
head
.
It
was
a
little
intrigue
,
you
understand
.
They
got
my
poor
Mohammed
to
send
for
me
and
then
laid
that
ambush
.
I
see
it
all
in
a
minute
,
and
I
think
--
This
wants
a
little
management
.
My
pony
snort
,
jump
,
and
stand
,
and
I
fall
slowly
forward
with
my
head
on
his
mane
.
He
begins
to
walk
,
and
with
one
eye
I
could
see
over
his
neck
a
faint
cloud
of
smoke
hanging
in
front
of
a
clump
of
bamboos
to
my
left
.
I
think
--
Aha
!
my
friends
,
why
you
not
wait
long
enough
before
you
shoot
?
This
is
not
yet
gelungen
.
Oh
no
!
I
get
hold
of
my
revolver
with
my
right
hand
--
quiet
--
quiet
.
After
all
,
there
were
only
seven
of
these
rascals
.
They
get
up
from
the
grass
and
start
running
with
their
sarongs
tucked
up
,
waving
spears
above
their
heads
,
and
yelling
to
each
other
to
look
out
and
catch
the
horse
,
because
I
was
dead
.
I
let
them
come
as
close
as
the
door
here
,
and
then
bang
,
bang
,
bang
--
take
aim
each
time
too
.
One
more
shot
I
fire
at
a
man
's
back
,
but
I
miss
.
Too
far
already
.
And
then
I
sit
alone
on
my
horse
with
the
clean
earth
smiling
at
me
,
and
there
are
the
bodies
of
three
men
lying
on
the
ground
.
One
was
curled
up
like
a
dog
,
another
on
his
back
had
an
arm
over
his
eyes
as
if
to
keep
off
the
sun
,
and
the
third
man
he
draws
up
his
leg
very
slowly
and
makes
it
with
one
kick
straight
again
.
I
watch
him
very
carefully
from
my
horse
,
but
there
is
no
more
--
bleibt
ganz
ruhig
--
keep
still
,
so
.
And
as
I
looked
at
his
face
for
some
sign
of
life
I
observed
something
like
a
faint
shadow
pass
over
his
forehead
.
It
was
the
shadow
of
this
butterfly
.
Look
at
the
form
of
the
wing
.
This
species
fly
high
with
a
strong
flight
.
