more rare forms. Shot a blue pigeon, a honey eater, warbler, a brownish pigeon and one or two unclassified small birds. Such expeditions have a pleasant way of making one tired by supper time and contented during the evening. Friday, September 30. (Tulagi). The equinoctial rains have set in and reading with them. With the sound of the downpour echoing all over the tin roof I had the pleasure of getting much further in Wilhelm Meister, etc. In the evening after a good swim and a run down to the police lines Tate entertained himself and me by reciting his adventures on the cable ship 'George Ward'. It was very interesting to hear his descriptions of the method such a boat, which is under twenty-four hour notice all the time to go out and repair a cable should one break, employs in picking it up, buoying it, splicing it and returning it to the bottom. Saturday, October 1. (Tulagi). With the equinoctial rains and the beginning of a new month comes inspiration. It is on the subject of an essay called 'Romance'. The illusion of distance, the illusion of happiness and the illusion that by some move hitherto undiscovered the unpleasant side of one's nature, the spleen, may become abandoned. It should be called 'Romance--A Study in Egotism'. Also the dramatic possibilities of Tulagi as an expression of the Sargasso Sea. It must be recalled that the majority of the ships that enter the harbor of Tulagi and the majority of the men who sail these ships never go out of the harbor again. If they do it is only after a long period of dissipation, indecision and disgust. There are hulks in the upper harbor, which is composed of a sort of jungle stream, that will never go out to sea again, and there is one craft that was built with the greatest care over twenty