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leaves a* at first practised is impossible as far as utility is 

 concerned. And the results of experimental work of the last 

 few years, especially in the United States, has placed in the 

 hands of nurserymen a completely new set of apparatus. The 

 different means of thoroughly covering every part of a plant with 

 the minimum of waste, have reached a high state of perfection, 

 and it is to these means that we must turn for dealing with our 

 cattle. 



With a powerful spraying machine, such as those now 

 employed in all kinds of agriculture in the States, every part of 

 an animal may in a few seconds be searchingly covered with any 

 desired substance. 



To he continued. 



CLUB PAPER. 



A VISIT TO THE GUACHARO CAVE OF ORUPOUCHE. 



By F. W. Uhich, F.E.S. 



ON Saturday the 2nd March, at 12 o'clock my small party 

 consisting of myself, a huntsman called Red and a boy, left 

 Mr. Wallen's, Valencia, (where I had sr:ent the night) for the 

 Cavestero or Cerro of Oropouche, where the Guacharo Caves 

 are situated. These hills form part of the Northern range and 

 according co Messrs. Wall and Saw kins belong to the Caribbean 

 group and rise to an elevation of about 2,000 feet. The first 

 part of our route lay on the Matura Road and after crossing the 

 Quare River we turned into a bridle path leading to the North. 

 The first part of the road was of a sandy nature and did not 

 possess anything of an interesting character although there 

 were numerous butterflies Hitting about, many of them old friends 

 of the St. Ann's Valley and a few, which did not seem familiar to 

 me. "We followed the winding valley of the BarroRiver and crossed 

 it three times. Here we commenced a series of ascents and des- 

 cents (a good locality for a switch back railway) until we reached 

 the Turure River. It was here that the grand scenery of the 

 high woods and refreshing coolness of the streams peculiar to the 

 Northern Rangeof hills was first noticeable. My clumsy words could 

 give you but a very poor description of the beauty of the stream 

 on the banks of which we stood. The clear ciystal water 

 rippling over white quartz pebbles was broken into miniature 

 rapids and whirlpools by great boulders which lay about in wild 

 confusion. On the banks, a rich vegetation of tall trees with 



