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a boy to Lagos with this and a box with a few of the great 
find. J am so pressed for time that I had to take a few at 
random from the box. I will send the rest in small lots 
so that they may not all be torpedoed at one Hun effort. 
I have also sent one larva and one tube with Termites. 
Agege. 
Oct. 18, 1917.—I will now give you a few notes of the 
things I have posted for this mail. To begin with I have 
sent a second batch of the maculatus-Lycaenid with pupa- 
cases. The boat they will go by is an old and none too 
speedy one, but one that has had the most wonderful 
submarine adventures and got through. On one occasion 
she fought the enemy for six hours, was missed by four 
torpedoes and sank the enemy. That is no romance— 
except in the best sense. So I am in hopes that you will 
get my Lycaenids. 
Agege. 
Oct. 20, 1917.—I hear the R.MLS. “ Mandingo ” (originally 
“ Appim”’) has got home, and on it were the first of the 
maculatus-Lycaenids. 
Moor Plantation. 
Jan. 26, 1918.—[ After describing the final consignment of 
C. phasma.| Then you got some pupae in spirit which 
failed to emerge, so you may now total up the lot. And I 
think you may safely allow ten more for unfortunates that 
were squashed in digging out the ant-nest, besides the two 
larvae, and you will know the wonderful total. 
Jan. 12, 1918.—A mail arrived here yesterday which 
brought me a proof copy of the foreword (Proc. Ent. Soc., 
1917, p. lxi), and also the news that the Catochrysops may 
not after all be “‘ parsimon.” I hope its real name will be 
worthy of such an enterprising animal. 
April 17, 1918.—Catochrysops phasma rather pleases me — 
much better than “ parsimon,” a dreadful combination of 
indifferently classical Latin and neglect of observation [see 
also p. 325]. 
Aug. 11, 1918.—What with adding up yards of wretched 
money columns I was in doubt if I could catch the next 
steamer home. So heartily sick of the work was I that 
my whole outlook was one of unredeemed pessimism, but 
the other day something happened which made me wish for 
another month here at the risk of missing September in 
