K. Amorhan 1964 Marinar, Atoll, Gilbert Islands It was led by the police chief, who chanted directions at the beginning of each verse, always ending with the same phrase which sounded like a-ee-i-ah-yang. At this point there was an intermission. Then we were asked to reciprocate as we had been at Makin. Evidently this is the custom here, to exchange entertainment rather than one group remaining mere spectators. We hummed and hawed and finally "sang" about a dozen songs (actually mostly fragments of them), including some Christmas songs. Again it seemed a halting, inaudible effort in return for theirs, but perhaps only to us. The magistrate then spoke, saying they had no formal celebration prepared since they had no notice of our coming, but that they had enjoyed our presence. Quinn responded in kind and we gave the teacher some soap, cigarettes and gum to be passed out. Everyone said goodnight and we prepared for sleep the best way we could. I was glad I was in the center portion of the house where the breeze was cut off,