H. Ameiman 1964 Marina Atoll, Gilbert Islands Nov 12 passage to no avail, then motored in as far as possible and dragged the raft a long way to semi-dry ground. Larry went off along the beach after birds, Roger did the same in the opposite direction and I followed him counting starfish or something, while Brian, Phil, George + Dave decided toward the point where they thought the village was. Roger + I were met by a native who asked in halting English that we come in to the village. Roger declined and went off collecting again which aggravated me further. The native, several dogs and I went in to the village and greeted the population. There was one old woman, quite as dark as the rest, who spoke impeccable English. It turned out her father was English and she had been educated in Sydney. I thoroughly enjoyed talking with her. I explained what we were doing (while distant shots boomed) and she in turn held me much about the small village. The only finds they drew of were Noddies and Fairy Terns. We sat in the meeting hall, a smaller version of the one at Makin. The townspeople shifted in