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distance up the mountains it rains nearly every day. The 

 second day after my arrival I took a train for Cisneros, which 

 is at an altitude of 525 feet above the sea-level. On the road 

 up there is a great forest extending as far as the eye can 

 reach, broken only by the huts of the Indians or the thatched 

 cottages of the Negroes. One could see the insects gathered 

 around a muddy pool left by the rain and some of these were 

 splendid in their coloring. At times one would see a blue flash 

 while looking into the woods and those who are acquainted 

 with the denizens of the tropics would recognize a Morpho. 

 The train had to go slowly up the mountain and that left time 

 to look around. Soon we arrived at Cisneros and after luncheon 

 we proceeded on our journey, this time on horse-back for about 

 twenty miles along a mule track where there was just enough 

 room for two mules to pass at one time. In many instances 

 we had to crowd our horses toward the inside when we met a 

 pack-team and it would often require ten or fifteen minutes 

 to pass. After some hours' ride we caught another train which 

 took us up 4400 feet to the town of Caldas, which is a rather 

 pretty place. I stopped here for about ten days although it was 

 not a very good location for a naturalist, since the land is highly 

 cultivated and most of the trees have been cut away. A small 

 stream flowed through the middle of the town, however, and 

 that made it attractive for some species of crane-flies and other 

 insects. After my ten days were up I took a train that brought 

 me still higher to a place called La Cumbre. This is on the edge 

 of the mountain at an altitude of 6600 feet and is an ideal place 

 for anyone in my calling. Some of the nights were cold and 

 windy, others were cold but would allow my putting out the 

 lights to attract insects. At night there were but few specimens, 

 but these were worth while. From here I rode over the first 

 range of mountains until I Ijegan to descend, and far in the dis- 

 tance we could see the Cauca River, like a silver line, winding 

 its way toward the Caribbean Sea. In a short time we arrived 

 at Call, which is about 500 feet above the sea. C'ali is a large 

 town and they keep it about as clean as any South American 

 town is kept. It is no place for work, however, and after 

 remaining there my usual time I hired a couple of horses and 

 returned to La Cumbre and thence to the coast, because I had 



