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alists or perhaps archeologists, or bibliophiles, for even the 
collection of idols or old books has elements not to be despised. 
My net was always a letter of introduction, for there are 
naturalists the world over. ‘The first friend to be thus bagged 
was a young engineer who was taking a job on the great 
canal only because he wanted to make collections of tropical 
beetles, and the last was an engineer coming home from 
South America, the grandson of a celebrated nature writer, 
and himself an ardent student of color photography. How 
much these young men added to my going and coming with 
tales of strange lands and distant peoples! And curiously, 
the first person I met at the-port was a woman, who had lived 
for years in the little republic and who had an inexhaustible 
fund of animal and plant lore. Then there were the others, 
full of kindness to the lady “bug-catcher,” but the most graci- 
ous of all the friend who took me to her house and guarded 
my time so that every moment might count for, the bees or 
bee notes of that wonderful tropical land. 
Once, however, I found myself suspected and arrested; my 
net a badge of some strange foreign magic. 
We drove from Guatemala City to Antigua, and though it 
is a scant thirty miles we were the most of the day on the 
road. It was simply maddening to sit in the carriage and see 
all sorts of new and wonderful plants growing by the road- 
side, and every little while a great bee would crawl from its 
nest in the bank by the road and add greatly to my unhappi- 
ness. So when we started home I determined to walk ahead 
of the carriage, and do some collecting. The carriage was 
ordered for ten-thirty, and I planned to start at six if possible. 
At five I went into the dining room hoping to get some 
breakfast, but the funny waitress, a French negro ladrina, 
declared there was no breakfast for an hour and held up her 
brown finger to emphasize the information, but a man was 
eating in the cornér and I appealed to him as he spoke Eng- 
lish. No, he said, it was not yet breakfast time; the bread had 
not yet been brought in (it is usually baked by the Indians 
and brought in by the basket load), and the milk was still at 
