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Feb* 2. After an early breakfast and with a boxed lunch 



we started for Roaring River Falls . First, a few words 

 about our car* It was a Fiat touring with mountain 

 gear (four speeds forward and one reverse). It had 

 been owned by a physician who turned it in some five 

 years before on a new car* Masterton let us have it 

 for three pounds a week plus two pounds for insurance* 

 The agreement was that we bought all gasoline and oil 

 and Masterton paid for all repairs. As the original 

 tires were on it when we took it, new ones would prob- 

 ably be needed before 

 we were through with 

 our trip* The motor 

 proved to be in reason- 

 able condition and gave 

 us no trouble but the 

 oil consumption was 

 something to marvel at* 

 One quart of oil with 

 each five to seven gal- 

 lons of gas was the rule 

 and the radiator may 

 have had a leak because 

 it took three or four 

 gallons of water every 

 two or three days. But 

 by and large, it was a 

 good investment and we 

 drove it about three 

 thousand miles in the 

 forty days we had it. 

 We took the road through Spanish Town and Bog Walk. 

 Near that place we ran into dense fog, rising from the 

 Rio Cobre along which the road runs, We crossed the 

 river there on a new bridge and could see the foundations 

 of an old bridge from the Spanish period. The river passes 

 through a narrow gorge at this point and high up on the 

 wall we could see a marker indicating high water line for 

 some previous flood. From Bog Walk we went on through 

 Linstead to Ewarton where we saw a likely collecting spot. 

 It was a large pasture with considerable cow dung in sight. 

 Took a series of Sulcophanaeus carnifex (L. ), some Aphod- 

 iinae and Staphs. A decaying grapefruit produced some 

 Nitidulids and Dick noticed an old stump partly covered 

 with a fleshy fungus that gave more Staphs. Our next stop 

 was a couple of miles beyond Monneague where we saw a 

 felled tree. Took some Staphs and Nitidulids under the 

 fairly tight bark. In passing, the country around Ewarton 

 looks just like New England* The farm houses are similar 

 and white, well kept up and the farms are fenced. When 



The Fiat, with collecting net 



