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Callidryas to resemble those of Catopsilia, and had seen the yellow 
butterfly choose out a yellow leaf as a resting-place. 
SECOND VISIT. April 16th. 
When homeward bound we got part of another day ashore at 
Barbados. 
This time, after again going through the necessary ceremony of 
eating flying-fish, we drove over to Oistin Bay on the south coast, 
passing through country that reminded me of the Sussex downs about 
Rottingdean—the paucity of trees, the bare wind-swept downs, the 
white (coral) roads, the churches nestling here and there in sheltering 
hollows, drawing round themselves a screen of stunted trees—all re¬ 
called our own South Coast. It is needless to say that the cultivated 
open Barbados of the twentieth century bears little resemblance to 
the island which we occupied in the seventeenth—an island clothed 
with dense tropical forest. Following the instructions of Mr. H. E. D. 
Bartlett, F.E.S., we left the carriage at a point on the shore between 
two houses named “ Dover ” and “ Calais.” There, as he had told 
me, the small Tiger-beetle, Cicindela hebraea , Klug (? saturalis , 
Fabr.), coursed rapidly over the ground; it was very wary, and hard 
to follow over the glaring white sand, so that it took some time to 
collect four. 
A neighbouring Sea-grape ( Goccoloba uvifera , Jacq.) harboured 
various Aculeates: Apis ligustica, an Odynerus , and the long, pale- 
yellow Scoliid Dielis dorsalis, Fabr., of which I got males only. A 
few Flies are still unnamed; the same remark applies to some 
Dragon-flies. 
We did not see a single butterfly that day—our last in the West 
Indies. 
Trinidad, lat. 10° 45' N. 
December 19th, 1906. 
If Barbados is somewhat commonplace, nobody could say that 
of Trinidad. The steep mountain-sides, draped with rich vegetation 
to the very water’s edge, seem to suggest a new world, and the 
romantic feeling is increased as the ship passes between the islets 
which almost close the Bocas, and the Gulf of Paria opens to our 
gaze. Neither a Spanish galleon nor a Carib canoe would seem out 
of place round yonder rock. 
The Harbour Master, himself an entomologist, was good enough 
