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St. Johns to see him off, and felt when I shook hands with him 
for the last time I was saying goodbye to a real man. May the 
world serve him as he served us! 
Sir Francis Watts was on the ‘‘Parima,’’ returning from a 
tour to Jamaica and the Bahamas in the interest of the Imper- 
ial department of Agriculture, of which he is the head. As he 
had done more than anyone else to encourage our expedition to 
visit Barbados and Antigua and had been very largely instru- 
mental in securing the excellent quarters which we occupied at 
both places, I was exceedingly glad to see him again, even for a 
short time. We greatly regretted that he was unable to pay 
us a visit at English Harbor. He did, however, take breakfast 
with us at the Hotel Esperanza and we much enjoyed the all 
too brief visit with this ‘‘God-father of the expedition,’’ as we 
called him. With him were Dr. H. A. Ballou, Entomologist of 
the Imperial Department of Agriculture, and his wife, who had 
had an interesting experience. 
It seems that he had been detailed to investigate a problem 
in connection with economic entomology in Egypt. Having 
completed his work, he and his wife were anxious to return to 
Rarbados; but on account of the war and the U-boat menace 
in the European war zone, they decided to go east by way of the 
Orient and Pacific, across the American continent to New York, 
and thence via the Quebee Lite to Barbados. After several vex- 
aiious delays on account of steamers on which they had reck- 
oned being requisitioned for war purposes, and after the lapse 
of nearly six months en route, they reached New York and 
sailed for Barbados just at the time the U-boats were operating 
off our Atlantic coast. Thus, after all their trouble to avoid 
this danger, they were forced to run the gauntlet on the last 
lap of their circumnavigation of the globe. 
On the evening of July 10th some of the younger people 
arranged a dance to which the servants and a few of their 
friends were invited. The function was held in the big labora- 
tory room and illuminated by the searchlight from the launch 
installed by Greenlaw. A row of wooden pillars separated the 
white dancers from the black, and music was discoursed by the 
justly celebrated ‘‘string band’’ that had served us so strenu- 
ously on the fourth of July; but the impressive Potter was ab- 
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