So soon, therefore, as it is seen that the further extension of our manufactures and commerce would be an evil, the remedy is not far to seek.
After six weeks' confinement to the house I was at length well, and could resume my daily walks in the forest.

I did not, however, find it so productive as when I had first arrived at Dobbo.

There was a damp stagnation about the paths, and insects were very scarce.

In some of my best collecting places I now found a mass of rotting wood, mingled with young shoots, and overgrown with climbers, yet I always managed to add something daily to my extensive collections.

I one day met with a curious example of failure of instinct, which, by showing it to be fallible, renders it very doubtful whether it is anything more than hereditary habit, dependent on delicate modifications of sensation.