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little more than calves, and behind them trudged a bare- 

 foot Indian boy, his white cotton shirt hanging out over 

 his white cotton pants, and an enormous sombrero on his 

 head. Every once in a while he flicked at something with 

 Ills long-lashed whip and then stooped and picked the 

 something up and put it in his pocket. It was not until he 

 got quite near us that I saw what he was doing. He was 

 killing lizards with a skillfully directed snap of his whip- 

 lash. This, of course, was an answer to prayer. I asked him 

 why he wanted them and he said to feed his mother's cats. 

 I offered him a dime and looked over his gamebag. Some 

 of the lizards were badly smashed. Others were not. I 

 picked out the best and thanked him. One of them turned 

 out to be a new species which I named after our good 

 ship, Anolis utowanae. I had already named for her owner 

 a beautiful new form of the same genus from Ruatan Island 

 in Honduras. 



Cuba has been almost a second home to me and I feel 

 free to visit my Cuban friends' houses and discuss with 

 them their most intimate problems in the frankest way. 

 Dear Don Carlos de la Torre is an old friend indeed and 

 to his younger satellite I almost feel in loco parentis. This 

 very morning I received a letter from one dear boy, who 

 writes me: — 



I do not remember if I ever told you that I was en- 

 gaged. I feel badly not to have let you know. We 

 are going to be married in December. I would have 

 liked very much to wait until your next trip south in 

 order to have you stand as testigo but because of the 

 war I doubt if it could be arranged. The girl is a very 



