past to roll over in his mind and enjoy. It is no place for a man' who is in the spring of life and who is looking forward to what the summer has to bring. Old men are happy here, young men are neither happy or unhappy. Their moods are neutralized it seems, and they are inclined to go to the dogs and to deteriorate. Monday, October 3. (Tulagi). Spent the day hoping we would leave tomorrow. We took a run over to Gala with Tom Elkington and got a couple of birds. Nothing out of the ordinary. In the evening we got some work done at the hotel, being it was near our last stand, and skinned birds until midnight. Tuesday, October 4. (Tulagi). A day's work this time on Florida. In the early afternoon we took up our time in packing up for the start to Gizo which is due to take place, by the Grace of God, tomorrow. In the evening we went over and bade goodby to the Tulagi club, than which there are few smaller in the world. These two days may very easily be called the two most insignificant days that we have exhausted on the trip so far. Wednesday, October 5. (Tulagi, to sea). We actually got off today! At noon the 'Awa', Capt. William Tate commanding, shoved off from the government wharf and pushed her nose towards the east and the entrance of the harbor. We waved farewell to the Elkingtons and all the niggers who are in labor at the pub. Then slowly we put all the buildings of Tulagi behind us. It was a very delicious moment and well deserved. We spent the next twenty-four hours straight at sea, running past Guadacanal, Savo and Cape Marsh, coming to the entrance to the Maravo Lagoon. Some big rollers lumbering in from the southward kept the poor little 'Awa' jumping back and forth like a pendulum, and although it was hard to find a place in which to lie down and sleep without tumbling into the water, I found