niggers at Branande are treated like dogs from beginning to end. They are called all kinds of bad names, made to work from five o'clock in the morning until ten at night, and all they get for their trouble is a pound a month and some tobacco. We collected in the coconuts all afternoon and went to bed after an early Kiki. Saturday, September 17. (Branande). Spent almost the whole day collecting, save for a couple of hours of horse-back ride around the plantation. There are a lot of things here on Guadalcanal that are not on Florida, especially in the way of moths and butter- flies, and we were able to enlarge our collection considerably. The evening went wild. Mr. Masser, Cambridge, Bridges came over from their plantations eleven miles away. Robinson ordered up a big kaikai and he and Teiss brought out the liquor. It was terrible. It is no wonder that these fellows get in bad health and call the climate all the trouble. The idea of hospitality down here seems to be measured by the degree of drunkenness the host can impose upon his guests in the shortest time possible. The week-end became a mad pursuit, like the figures on Keats' Grecian urn. The living room, the old piano, all the glass-ware and the victrola were completely demolished. Long after Hannibal and I went to bed we could hear the racket and the singing going on in the next room. Sunday, September 18. (Branande). Collected during the morning. In the afternoon a greater crowd accumulated. It was said that there had never been such a gathering at Branande before and that there never could be again. There was Mr. Wilson, the government man, Cambridge, Robinson, Teiss, Bridges, Masser, Wilson, Hannibal and myself. Afterwards Tony Olsen came in on the 'Myopa' with his wife. This made a party of twelve at supper,