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crabs, many of them occupying the broken or 

 badly weathered shells of our particularly desir- 

 able yellow Lignus. Undoubtedly this hill must 

 be the central factory of this very locally distri- 

 buted variety, but at this dry season no living 

 specimens could be found beyond two or three 

 juvenile ones. Insect life was exceedingly abund- 

 ant, and we exhausted ourselves in the chase of 

 some exquisite butterflies that defied capture. 

 Unfortunately, Rodriguez, with his net and cyanide 

 jar, was elsewhere. 



On the summit of the hill is perched the light- 

 keeper's house and by its side a skeleton frame 

 structure supporting the lamp. Close by, and 

 almost buried in creeping vines, is the ruin of a 

 large stone house. From its crumbling piles of 

 masonry grow some very large and fine old trees, 

 their roots entwining the broken casements and 

 arches of the structure, and their dense foliage 

 casting upon the ancient foundation a grateful 

 shade. As we approached the keeper's house, a 

 dog, resembling in size, color, and ferocity, a Ben- 

 gal tiger, rushed out upon us, and the Patron and 

 I drew together in full realization that our end 

 had come. Escape from such a monster was 



