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To return to our expedition. Major A. (whose brother was the entomologist Ashmead at Wash.) is all right, but a little officious. Human is a darn good sort. Yates is a self-sufficient cub of 21, with the type of mind one would expect to find in a Treasury employee. Pithier, all things considered was all right. Gilbert was cheerful & is fitted for an expedition of this sort. Stadtmiller, Bennett, Marbut, & Whitford are [[strikethrough]] infe [[/strikethrough]] inefficients in the order named. Marbut is all right, but shows remarkable childlike ignorances, and Bennett is all right. I am rooming with him here. Stadt & Whitford I would never travel with again. Oh sweetheart, I want to be home with you. It is miserably lonesome down here, without a living soul to talk to, Human being still away with the Major, but expected back Thursday. When they return I have little more to do except travel up to Guat. City to get a few souvenirs, & go down to Livingston & Lake [[strikethrough]] Iy [[/strikethrough]] Izabel for a few day’s collecting. Then all aboard for the U.S. & you. I have been reading “Walden," which Bennett had, these last few days of blueness, and found it as consoling as anything could be under the circumstances.

I sat down, after reading all your letters thru, and wrote off two pages to Dr. C. His insects I am keeping to bring back with me, as I am told they might be opened & damaged in the mails. I have taken only [[strikethrough]] only [[/strikethrough]] about 40 pictures here - none of fruits at all, Gilbert took them. It is an awful undertaking to unload my camera. When I was travelling, it would have meant the unpacking of a whole mule, & I never did it. I took a picture of my mule at Playitas, but have none with myself on it. I will