Jan., '03] ENTOMOLOGICAL NEWS. I9 



July I St, on a little steamer to Port Morant, arrived P. M. , 

 and drove over to Bath, lo miles, took quarters at Mrs. Duffy's. 

 Here we worked hard until July loth, with very little results, 

 got a few poor Pap. pelaus ; many Vidorina steneles (common- 

 est fly on island next to Ana^tia saturata), some fine Erebus 

 odor a, and smaller yellowish moth ; some Gyncscia dirca, Cal- 

 isto xangis, a few more sphinges at a little patch of tobacco ; 

 a fine male Aganisthos orion (which mouse carefully chewed 

 up other night) ; few Agraulis vanillcs, E. hegesia, Danais 

 jamaicjnsis , etc. We wasted much time because of Mr. Tay- 

 lor's suggestion of Devil's River. We waded this daily and 

 fought mosquitoes and heat and brush, but to no avail. July 

 loth my brother was a little ailing. I was discouraged, but 

 went out determined to make one more attempt. I took the 

 trail to the Cuna Cuna Pass, which in a little over six miles 

 climbs 2,700 feet. I made up my mind to push on to the sum- 

 mit. I had along my cane gun and when within a mile of the 

 summit shot a queer flycatcher sitting on a twig over the path. 

 I carried it along for 50 yards until I reached a convenient 

 stone and sat down to wrap it up in cotton to put in my col- 

 lecting basket. Whilst sitting here I happened to glance up 

 the road and 50 yards ahead of me, sailing slowly towards me, 

 I saw the big shape of black and yellow that I had been strain- 

 ing my eyes for. I grabbed my net and made for it at full 

 speed. It was coming along and would pass out of reach above 

 me. I scrambled up on the steep bank to my right, and as it 

 got abreast, made a wild leap into the air and struck, hit it 

 full, but, as happened a number of times thereafter, the fly re- 

 fused to slide into bag of net, and was knocked out. I fell on 

 all fours on the ground and saw my prize hit the grass six feet 

 ahead of me, and with a spring like a tiger, go: the net over 

 it before it recovered. They do not flutter in the net, but crawl 

 about with much dignity. I killed it and then realizing finally 

 that I had it, I got buck fever and began to tremble so I could 

 not stand up or take it out of my net for several minutes. I 

 wish you could see one of these beauties when fresh and velvety. 

 After recovering I went on to the summit, but found nothing 

 except the rare Ithofnia. Returning I looked up a precipitous 



