The Days of a Man Ci88o 



the South Pacific, I once caught "on the fly" a large 

 individual which proved to be new to science. In 

 the Tropics live some species not exceeding three 

 or four inches in length, with very short pectorals 

 and little ventrals; these fly a few yards only. 

 opening At Santa Barbara we received word from Pro- 

 Indian f essor Baird that a certain Mr. Barnard who had 

 an Indian mound on his farm at San Buenaventura 

 (now shortened to Ventura) had requested the 

 Smithsonian to send some one to open it. Being 

 practically on the spot, we were asked by Baird 

 to attend to the matter, and accordingly took it in 

 hand. At the very outset, however, while trying 

 to hire a few Chinese for the necessary work, we 

 hit a snag. For one and all made the same answer, 

 "No workee today; me Happy New Year!" (The 

 Chinese year formerly began in March.) Several 

 Mexicans were finally secured, and one of the im- 

 plements they dug out was said to be unique among 

 aboriginal relics. 



At the time of our visit a little daughter, Miss 

 Maryline, had just arrived in the Barnard home. 

 Twenty-one years later she received from my hands 

 the Bachelor's Degree at Stanford University. 



San Luis From Santa Barbara we went to San Luis 1 Obispo. 

 At Port Harford (its seaport) we found Northerly 

 species, as Point Conception, midway between there 

 and Santa Barbara, forms the dividing line between 

 two faunas. Here the chilled Japanese Current is 

 deflected into the sea, where it loses itself in a broad 

 and vaguely defined "whirlpool." That great ocean 



1 Pronounced "Loo-eece," and accented on the last syllable; final "s" 

 is always pronounced in Spanish. 



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