1927 P. 4 Hacienda Zapotitan, Dept., Libertad, Salvador, east from the saw mill. we both were soaked from head to foot by the damp foliage and in some places we waded hip deep in water. The mosquitos swarmed around us in a cloud. Thanks to my big hat and heavy jacket they delivered many good punches in vain. Shortly after noon it started a drizzle which lasted until nearly morning. June 20, 1927- I met Jose half way to the hacienda house with a bag over his shoulder. When we were yet a hundred yards apart he shot a wand high above his head with four fingers held wide apart. I gave a "Kansas twar whoop" and kicked my mule so hard in the ribs that he grunted. a minute later and there were four fine water opossums lying at my feet. Jose chattered like a parrot but I never heard him. At last I came to