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up Carrera Séptima and down Calle 15, with a fine view of Monserrate; the bells of San Francisco, not far from the bed, begin to clang at five every morning.

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Humboldt Memorial, facing the Institute.

I returned to the Institute at two-thirty to begin the work with the Coccinellidae. It was pretty rough going; I spoke no Spanish and Murillo spoke no English. However, we smiled and made gestures and got along after a fashion. The collection was in a case in Murillo's office and was arranged, if one can call it an arrangement, chronologically according to date of capture. Only the first specimen of each day's catch was labeled and then only with a number referring to an entry in a notebook. So there might be several species under one number and as most of the specimens were not labeled, it was next to impossible to shift individuals about at will. I made my identifications to genus only (except in rare cases) and kept a list for Murillo to use later. I also separated half of the duplicates to take back to Washington.
Clara started out alone to find a bank that would give her small change for a five-peso bill. In the middle of a street she met John Butler, who took her to the Banco de la República and also invited us to dinner for the next day. She noticed that the walls of many of the downtown buildings were scrawled in charcoal or black paint with such slogans as "Muera Hitler", "Ni sal ni agua para los Nazis", etc. There was also a very neat stenciled notice on many of the walls, "Apoyemos a la Union Soviética y a sus heróicos ejercitos rojos". She went back to the hotel and began writing letters and waiting for me to come back.