After two days traveling they got on to higher ground, and here they
camped for some time, Mr. Goodenough slowly recovering strength,
and Frank busy in adding to their collections. In this he was in
no slight degree assisted by the Fans, who, having nothing else to
do, had now come to enter into the occupation of their employers.
A good supply of muslin had been brought, and nets having been
made, the Fans captured large quantities of butterflies, the great
difficulty being in convincing them that only a few of each species
were required. They were still more valuable in grubbing about in
the decaying trunks of fallen trees, under loose bark, and in broken
ground, for beetles and larvae, a task which suited them better
than running about after butterflies, which, moreover, they often
spoilt irreparably by their rough handling. Thus Frank was able to
devote himself entirely to the pursuit of birds, and although all
the varieties more usually met with had been obtained, the collection
steadily increased in size.
Frank himself had severe attacks of fever, but none of these were
so severe as that which he had had on the day of the death of the
leopards.
At the end of a month Mr.
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