H. Amerman 1964 Marlin Atoll, Gilbert Islands stop, though they must still be there. The vegetation was a pure stand of forest of thin light-barked trees, possibly Pisonia or poor soil. After a long, rough ride back we reached the ship at 4:42. While handling gear up I suddenly found myself looking at the top of the raft. It happened so fast I'm not clear how I did it—evidently the raft swung out as I was leaning forward. Roger worked on obliviously in the lab during the ensuing laughter. I sleepishly shanked myself out and went up for a shower, chapping all the way. After eating and cataloguing Phil took the raft in and brought Larry & George and their brides back and then all of us but Roger went in to Truknitari, having after shoelinks under a bright moon; the rest of us to join the crew in the local meeting hall for another night's festivities. This village seemed the largest and neatest I have seen, even in the dark. When we arrived we were seated with the other crew members or mates on the gravel floor and presented with paper leis and a woven mat