ON THE ALERT FOR SPECIMENS. 
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teal. In one of the deep-sliadod, thickly-wooded 
ravines of this charming island, I captured one of 
my famous beetles, named by Pascoe in my lionour, 
Dicranocephalus Adamsi ! 
I was ashore, as was my custom, with the “ merrio 
men ” of the watering party, and, as was also my 
wont, on the alert for specimens. Net in hand, I 
wandered over the glorious hill-side, beating now, 
and then the dense cover of oak-scrub for leaf-roll- 
ing snout-beetles and the long-nosed acorn-beetles, 
or bagging pretty long-horns, as they came flying 
steadily by. Occasionally I captured glittering gold- 
beaters and pretty lily-beetles, as they alighted on 
the sunny leaves in the fern, among the green young 
oaks. As I wandered on I kept a sharp look out, 
or, as they say in nautical phrase, I “ kept my 
weather-eye lifting.” Friend B., who started with 
me, having a penchant for larger game, and looking 
down somewhat disdainfully on beetles and such 
“ small deer,” had diverged, and, gun in hand, was 
on the trail of a buck. On a sudden I was made 
aware that something of an unwonted nature had 
