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and a cerambycid that I do not remember of seeing before. At the sharp bend of the road just beyond the spot where I park the car I saw a scarab flying rather high. It eventually came low enough to net and proved to be a [[underline]]Gymnetis[[/underline]] that I had not taken previously. (After my return to Washington I identified it as [[underline]]Gymnetis spence,[[/underline]] one of the two described Jamaican species that I failed to get in 1937). Other specimens of it were seen but all out of reach of the net. I returned to Cross Roads for lunch and a rest. Later visits to the locality for more specimens of it were indicated. In the afternoon I was persuaded to join Faith, Helen Lake, and Dick in a game of tennis. Both Dick and myself were hopelessly out of practice and our partners were not very helpful because they were laughing so heartily at our earnest endeavors. Helen Lake is the 19 year old daughter of an englishman and a Brooklyn, N.Y. american; is a devotee of Kreisler, prefers Beethoven, talks like a real person and is about to enter McGill University in the fall.

May 6. Bernard, Lucille, Willie and I started early for Cornpuss Gap (usually but erroneously called Cuna Cuna Pass). We went in Bernard's car, Willie and I in the rumble, following the shore road to Morant Bay. There we turned inland and cut across to Bath. At my suggestion we pushed on beyond to our old collecting spot at the Plantain Garden and Indian Cony rivers. It was all different! The cattle pen was now in cane and the remains of the silk-cotton tree that yielded so much to Dick and me in 1937 had rotted almost completely away and what did remain was almost hidden in the cane. However we did find some good collecting in a pile of banana trash near the ford. Then back to Bath and up the road that Dick and I took in 37 but this time we went much farther. We left the car at the shed belonging to the United Fruit Co. and continued on foot. The heavy rains of the last week had loosened the soil and there were five sizable land slips that had almost obliterated the narrow footpath that hugs the side of the mountain. We got through all right except for muddy feet. It was raining steadily, sometimes quite hard, and in general our spirits were not too high. Collecting was possible only in the dead trees, both standing and fallen, and we took some good termites and ants and one very nice weevil. The scenery in the pass is magnificent, with the John Crows rising high on the right and the Blues over the valley at the left. On a clear day it would be one grand place to be. The rain finally drove us in and we returned to Kingston by the way of Port Morant, very tired. Bath before dinner at 8.30, bed at 9.30.