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[[stamped page number]] 96 [[/stamp]] Trinidad 30.

On the way home we passed several nutmeg trees and saw some of the fruit.
On the road we passed again the sets of roadwork warning signs: Danger construction; Drive slowly; and You have been warned. !!! It had stopped raining just at lunch time.
[[underline]] Station 105. [[/underline]]
The road between Manzanilla and Arima.
[[note in margin, underlined and  written in pencil]] 1 staph [[/note]] A few beetles, including two Staphs, flying into the car. (Labels may be for 
for Sangre Grande.) After we got home, about 4 o'clock, Pound stayed for tea. We had to wait a few minutes for Ruth, as she had gone to the Consulate for mail.
[[left margin note]] XII-19-35 [[/margin note]] Up early again to go to the southern part of the island on the motor. The weather was clear here when I started. Went through St. Joseph, Couva, and San Fernando to the La Brea pitch lake. The roads had been wet in places but I hadn't been in any rain. It was clouding up though, so I hurried to get a photograph of the "lake". Exposure was about 1/5 & 7. Then I collected a little.
[[note in margin, underlined and written in black ink]] Photo #94 [[/note]]
[[underline]] Station 106. [[/underline]]
A grassy flat on the edge of the pitch lake at La Brea, about fifteen miles west of San Fernando. Four Staphs (2 or 3 species) and a
[[margin note, written in black ink]] A [[/note]] Sphaeridiin under excrement, and quite a few 
[[margin note, written in black ink]] B [[/note]] Staphs of several  species under cow dung.
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Also under the latter was one large Coprine. It now began to rain hard, and when I went to a filling station for shelter was told that it was almost sure to keep it up all day. So I decided to start back and try to collect some along the way. I had seen only one or two ^[[places]] [[insertion written in black ink]] on the way down. It rained hard all the way to Couva, except for ten minutes near San Fernando, during which I ate my lunch. The road was very slippery and always specially so on turns. Didn't find any places to stop, mostly because of the rain. About four miles south of St. Joseph, on a straight open road, practically dry, I suddenly found myself off the edge of the road and then in a heap on the embankment about fifty feet farther on. Several natives who were near ran up to help, but I was OK and managed to turn off the motor, which was still in gear and racing full speed. The road is built up about six feet and the sides are covered with long grass, so I had a soft place to land. This is the first real "spill" I've had on any motor,--the first of any kind on this motor. It was such a surprise and so apparently without cause, that I didn't even get the clutch out or my hand on the brake. The natives who saw it said
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