1927 P.18 Los Eses miles, Dept., Chalatenango, Salvador slopes of the mountain. It was up one ridge and down another from the time we started until we returned at midnight. There were no paths so we stumbled over projecting roots and slipped on sleek moss covered logs nearly every time that I threw the beam from my light among the branches about. Only once did we hear an animal. My guide swore that it was a lion, but I was not so sure. Later we hunted in some open places where lions were supposed to stay with no result. When we returned to the hut our native assistant had a Potos, No. 12501, which he shot from a tree in a heavily wooded canyon. He told me that the color of the eyes and the call note of this animal was different from the ones which he had heard and seen in the subtropical associations. After midnight I took another short hunt with one of the men. While