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and a cerambycid that I do not remember of seeing before. 

 At the sharp bend of the road just beyond the spot where 

 I park the car I saw a scarab flying rather high* It 

 eventually came low enough to net and proved to be a 

 Gymnetis that I had not taken previously. (After my 

 return to Washington I identified it as gymneti s s pence » 

 one of the two described Jamaican species that I failed 

 to get in 1937 )♦ Other specimens of it were seen but all 

 out of reach of the net. I returned to Cross Roads for 

 lunch and a rest. Later visits to the locality for more 

 specimens of it were indicated. In the afternoon I was 

 persuaded to join Faith, Helen Lake, and Dick in a game 

 of tennis. Both Dick and myself were hopelessly out of 

 practice and our partners were not very helpful because 

 they were laughing so heartily at our earnest endeavors. 

 Helen Lake is the 19 year old daughter of an englishman 

 and a Brooklyn, B#Y# american; is a devotee of Kreisler, 

 prefers Beethoven, talks like a real person and is about 

 to enter McGill University in the fall. 



f 6. Bernard, Lucille, Willie and I started early for 

 Cornpuss Gap (usually but erroneously called Cuna Cuna 

 Pass). We went in Bernard's car, Willie and I in the 

 rumble, following the shore road to Horant Bay. There 

 we turned inland and cut across to Bath. At my sugges- 

 tion we pushed on beyond to our old collecting spot at 

 the Flantain Garden and Indian Cony rivers. It was all 

 different I The cattle pen was now in cane and the remains 

 of the silk- cotton tree that yielded so much to Dick and 

 me in 1937 had rotted almost completely away and what did 

 remain was almost hidden in the cane. However we did find 

 some good collecting in a pile of banana trash near the 

 ford. Then back to Bath and up the road that Dick and I 

 took in 37 but this time we went much farther. We left 

 the car at the shed belonging to the United Fruit Co. 

 and continued on foot. The heavy rains of the last week 

 had loosened the soil and there were five sizable land 

 slips that had almost obliterated the narrow footpath 

 that hugs the side of the mountain. We got through all 

 right except for muddy feet. It was raining steadily, 

 sometimes quite hard, and in general our spirits were 

 not too high. Collecting was possible only in the dead 

 trees, both standing and fallen, and we took some good 

 termites and ants and one very nice weevil. The scenery 

 in the pass is magnificent, with the John Crows rising 

 high on the right and the Blues over the valley at the 

 left. On a clear day it would be one grand place to be. 

 The rain finally drove us in and we returned to Kingston 

 by way of Port Morant, very tired. Bath before dinner 

 at 8.30, bed at 9.30. 



