In colour it was, or had been, bright golden, but the back sheath was white, barred with lines of black, and in the exact centre of the pouch was a single black spot shaped like the head of a great ape.

There were the overhanging brows, the deep recessed eyes, the surly mouth, the massive jaws--everything.
Although at that time I had never seen a gorilla in the flesh, I had seen a coloured picture of the brute, and if that picture had been photographed on the flower the likeness could not have been more perfect.
"What is it ?" I asked, amazed.
"Sir," said Brother John, sometimes he used this formal term when excited, "it is the most marvellous Cypripedium in the whole earth, and, sir, I have discovered it.

A healthy root of that plant will be worth L20,000." "That's better than gold mining," I said.

"Well, have you got the root ?" Brother John shook his head sadly as he answered: "No such luck." "How's that as you have the flower ?" "I'll tell you, Allan.

For a year past and more I have been collecting in the district back of Kilwa and found some wonderful things, yes, wonderful.