Jan., '03] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. 19 



July ist, on a little steamer to Port Morant, arrived P. M., 

 and drove over to Bath, 10 miles, took quarters at Mrs. Duffy's. 

 Here we worked hard until July loth, with very little results, 

 got a few poor Pap. pelaus ; many Victorina steneles (common- 

 est fly on island next to Anaitia saturata), some fine Erebus 

 odora, and smaller yellowish moth ; some Gyncecia direct, Cal- 

 isto -Kangis, a few more sphinges at a little patch of tobacco; 

 a fine male Aganisthos orion (which mouse carefully chewed 

 up other night) ; few Agraulis vanillce, E. hcgesia, Danais 

 jamaic^nsis, etc. We wasted much time because of Mr. Tay- 

 lor's suggestion of Devil's River. We waded this daily and 

 fought mosquitoes and heat and brush, but to no avail. July 

 loth my brother was a little ailing. I was discouraged, but 

 went out determined to make one more attempt. I took the 

 trail to the Cuna Cuna Pass, which in a little over six miles 

 climbs 2,700 feet. I made up my mind to push on to the sum- 

 mit. I had along my cane gun and when within a mile of the 

 summit shot a queer flycatcher sitting on a twig over the path. 

 I carried it along for 50 yards until I reached a convenient 

 stone and sat down to wrap it up in cotton to put in my col- 

 lecting basket. Whilst sitting here I happened to glance up 

 the road and 50 yards ahead of me, sailing slowly towards me, 

 I saw the big shape of black and yellow that I had been strain- 

 ing my eyes for. I grabbed my net and made for it at full 

 speed. It was coming along and would pass out of reach above 

 me. I scrambled up on the steep bank to my right, and as it 

 got abreast, made a wild leap into the air and struck, hit it 

 full, but, as happened a number of times thereafter, the fly re- 

 fused to slide into bag of net, and was knocked out. I fell on 

 all fours on the ground and saw my prize hit the grass six feet 

 ahead of me, and with a spring like a tiger, got the net over 

 it before it recovered. They do not flutter in the net, but crawl 

 about with much dignity. I killed it and then realizing finally 

 that I had it, I got buck fever and began to tremble so I could 

 not stand up or take it out of my net for several minutes. I 

 wish you could see one of these beauties when fresh and velvety. 

 After recovering I went on to the summit, but found nothing 

 except the rare Ithomia. Returning I looked up a precipitous 



