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while they were sitting about on the sand, a chigoe, or 

 nigua, as they are called in Spanish, had crawled in through 

 the skin under Rosamond's toe and proceeded to raise a 

 brood. 



As is my usual custom, I read the account of this episode 

 to my wife last evening. This is worth-while insurance. 

 She listened to me and then snapped out, "I think it's per- 

 fectly disgusting to write about such things. And anyway, 

 it wasn't you; it was Lewis Bremer who poked those worms 

 out with a nail cleaner." I shudder when I wonder what 

 my dear old friend will say when he reads this, for he is a 

 genuine doctor, and of course this was not first-class sur- 

 gical practice. 



I have been back to Jamaica a number of times since 

 this visit, once or twice on the Utoivana and twice or more 

 on steamers of the United Fruit Company. I was usually 

 inveigled into a stopover to visit another very old friend, 

 the late Mr. Frank Cundall, a real antiquarian and a capital 

 historian. Once I returned to Bath with Frank Cundall and 

 David Fairchild and we found still standing a mango and 

 a giant Barringtonia tree, which were the actual individuals 

 brought back by Captain Bligh on his final and successful 

 voyage for plant introduction. They had been planted 

 when there was a botanical garden at Bath, Although he 

 left some of his introductions in the garden at St. Vincent, 

 I could not find any evidence that any of Bligh's trees were 

 still alive when I was there several years ago. But there are 

 two or tTiree unquestioned survivors in Jamaica. 



I have made so many journeys among the West Indies — 

 fifteen or twenty — that I have trouble keeping them sepa- 



