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to America was a full-grown male. The proboscis 
and whole forward part are jet-black, the legs and 
under parts rich brown, the wing-cases, which cover 
the back and sides, greenish-olive dotted and streaked 
with black. It is altogether one of the most attractive 
entomological specimens I secured during my trip. 
Further search among the leaves revealed several 
centipedes, which were more to be dreaded than the 
beetles, as their bites will throw one into a fever. A 
scorpion, also, was.turned out from his lurking-place 
beneath a log. Both these pests prefer old dwellings 
and decaying ruins for their abodes, and though not 
so abundant in Dominica as in Martinique and St. 
Lucia, are often the cause of alarm, and sometimes 
of sickness, to the inhabitants. Their bites rarely 
prove fatal. 
To escape annoyance from these insects, I always, 
when practicable, slept in my hammock; they did 
not then have so open a field, and I only ran the 
risk of having one drop from the roof or a branch 
above me. 
Owing to the disturbance just mentioned, we were 
up long before daylight, and started on the homeward 
trail before the woods were fairly alight. The “ Sun- 
set bird” (AZyzarchus Ober) sent his tremulous cry 
through the forest, as we turned our backs upon the 
boiling springs and commenced descending a gentle 
plain well studded with trees. We had probably seen 
the last of our Indian friend, and though we felt rather 
conscience-stricken at leaving him without a farewell, 
we reflected that his seclusion was of his own 
seeking. 
Our yams and tanniers were quite finished, and we 
