Aepyornis Island

"The man with the scarred face leant over the table and looked at my bundle."Orchids?" he asked."A few," I said."Cypripediums," he said."Chiefly," said I."Anything new? I thought not. I did these islands twenty-five— twenty-seven years ago. If you find anything new here—well, it's brand new. I didn't leave much.""I'm not a collector," said I."I was young then," he went on. "Lord! how I used to fly round." He seemed to take my measure. "I was in the East Indies two years, and in Brazil seven. Then I went to Madagascar.""I know a few explorers by name," I said, anticipating a yarn. "Whom did you collect for?""Dawson's. I wonder if you've heard the name of Butcher ever?"(...)"