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450 feet long, 150 feet wide and perhaps 70 feet to the highest point of the roof.  It was open at both ends and there were at least three small holes in the roof.  A large mass had fallen from the roof recently, probably in the 1906 earthquake.  I felt too tired to wriggle my way into the tiny bat caves that open out of the large cave so I sat on a stalagmite and waited for Bernard to get his work done.  While sitting there I looked back over my shoulder and there about 20 feet behind me was a something.  It was perhaps 18 inches high, somewhat dome-shaped, with two large, shining eyes.  Behind it was another and still behind, a third.  I hesitated, then picking up my cutlass, I walked toward the first one, expecting it to run or fly.  I thought of the large nighthawk-like bird that lives on the island.  It didn't move and when I reached it, it was only a piece of honeycomb rock with water-filled cavities for eyes.  I afterward described it to a black and asked him if he   thought it could have been a "duppy".  He felt sure that it was and that it had merely changed itself to stone when I moved toward it.  So I have seen a "duppy".  It was lunch time when Bernard was through with the bat caves and we chose to eat in the mouth of the cave.  I collected several species of ants while we were eating, some were forageing away from their colonies, and some from a colony in a dead log.  These last were very large, very red and very pugnacious.  Bernard had another cave to enter and I started back to find the path and my net and bottles that I had cached before going into the big cave.  Instead of finding the net, I found a dead tree with colonies of both Cryptotermes and Kalotermes.  By the time those were collected, Bernard had come and he found the cache easily and we went down.  We got out eight fence posts to be used in the Institute garden, thereby saving the Institute Six shillings.  Then we drove on to a fishing camp to get a supply of manatee grass to feed to the manatee at the Zoo.  While talking to the fishermen, a scorpion in Bernard's pant leg stung him four times.  We pickled the scorpion, a medium sized one and almost certainly the mate of the one that we had taken earlier in the day.  We waited with some anxiety to find out what the effect of the sting would be.  Fortunately, this species is not very toxic and in an hour most of the pain and swelling had subsided.  We got the grass and drove back, reaching Kingston at about 8.  I took a much needed bath and had dinner.  We sat on the porch for awhile and talked before going to bed.  Tomorrow is Sunday and I planned to rest for the day's trip had pulled me down a bit.