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May 4.  Today was a lazy day. It rained off and on and when it didn't rain it was very sultry. Put away the material that I collected yesterday and wrote up my notes. In the afternoon went around to the Wooler's. Eleanor and Hazel were both there with their husbands. Eleanor's husband, John Blennerhassett, is in the Immigration Service and has to be at Port Royal three days a week, so Eleanor ("Toots") lives with her mother where there is room for John when he is off duty. Hazel married James Walker, at present serving at the internment camp as a guard. He is quite interested in butterflies and when his collection is installed in his new mahogany cabinet, I am invited to come over and see it. Also present was an elderly M.D., who seemed to me to be somewhat of an ass. Rumour has it that Mrs. Wooler is going to marry him; that seems too bad. We had tea (iced tea had been prepared for my special benefit), later the inevitable scotch and soda was served and dinner was called at 8.30. Went home to bed about 10.

May 5.  Went back this morning to our old station on

[[IMAGE: photograph of river and trees]] [[caption:]] Ferry River, above the Spanish Town road.

Ferry River. Can see no change since 1937. Even the old abandoned wagon at the end of the road is still there, a little more rusted perhaps. Found good sweeping in the pasture at the right of the road and took a series of a Chrysops and some small bees. Also a sample of a colony of Nasutitermes living in a log. Along the road I took a nice Lycid

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