excellent meal, Hannibal and I both debauching ourselves on straw- berries and ice cream, delicacies which Brisbane succeeds in man- ufacturing very fine specimens of. The coming of spring was having a very obvious effect on the citizens. They were all treading on air as they walked down the main street, girls dressed in their brightest colors, music streaming out of the adjoining windows, and many people standing around just looking and feeling their interest in life. The weather was beautiful, a new moon shone down, and all the lights of the city seemed soft and eloquent. When we drove back to Pinkenbay it was possible to hear the crocuses chirruping their international melody, the Apocalypse of Summer. It was almost heavenly lying on the dock at Pinkenbay (which is out in the country from Brisbane) to look up at the clear summer stars and to feel the coming of spring all over again. This after the beastly cold climate of Sydney and the Blue Mountains. The industries of Brisbane mostly centre around dairy farming and the raising of tropical fruit. Bananas, lemons, wool, meat, butter, cotton, and vegetables comprise the principal exports. As a port it has a constant patronage from the ocean going freighters. The 'William Penn' passed us going out as we were coming in, bound for Melbourne via ports, the 'Physa' for Singapore, while next to our berth lay a large freighter from Glasgow. We sailed out again at half past nine. Only four passengers joined the ship. Our visit was distinctly a matter of the tropics. Saturday, September 3. (At sea). Passed Great Sandy Island in the morning and reaching Sandy Cape at noon set our course for the Solomons and headed out to sea. The day's run was