Mr. Wilson, the surveyor, contributed to our collection one of the weirdest insects I have ever seen. It is a cross between a bat and a lobster and can lift a stone as big as a cocoanut. It is becoming as hot as all hell in Tulagi. It is not possible to move the end of your nose without bringing down a cascade of persperation. Wednesday, September 21. (Tulagi). There is a club in Tulagi. Hannibal and I were very kindly made honourable members by Mr. Broun the day the 'Mataram' arrived. Tonight we went over for the first time. It is situated so that it catches the breeze in the N.W. and S.E. monsoon. It has all the leading magazines laid out on the table of the reading room and drinks are served. The rest of the building is porch. It is a tremendous porch extending all around the four points of the compass. On it sit the members drinking and sweating into the cooler hours of the evening. Membership is open to any white man who can scrape up one pound ten, so that it does not have a selective influence on the community. In this it differs from the American country club and the gossip and scandal tidbits that float about its walls are all the more saccarine and broad in scope. Thursday, September 22. (Tulagi). The cricket team of the 'Sydney' came ashore today and defeated the cricket team of the settlement of Tulagi. While the game was going on the Police Boys (spelled with capitals in Tulagi) were taken over the ship by a chief petty officer. The 'Adelaide' came in today and took up her coaling alongside the 'Biloela' immediately. She is a newer boat than the 'Sydney' and is considerably more beautiful. She has the flowing stream lines that the other lacks and her super-structure is smoother to the eye.