man can think of in one think. The manager was out somewhere on the plantation and was not due back until evening. We tied up to a small coral wharf that had been cut on the bank and watched the fish playing in the moonlight. There is no particular way of telling, but I think it was full this evening. At any rate it was very beautiful. It began to rain about midnight and the plantation manager came back. He was very anxious for all the Tulagi news and kept us awake asking questions until all hours. He is a Scotchman and according to Tate has a terrible reputation on the islands for bumming drinks from the passing vessels. For this he has been given such nicknames as the "boarding officer" and the "joiner." Monday, October 10. (Naru - Gizo). Got a very early start from Naru and pulled out for Gizo. As we went we kept our eyes skinned for the France. The manager at Naru told us that the France was seen at Gizo three days ago and that she is probably there now. We got to Gizo before noon but she was not there. However, we did not really expect her, as such a turn of luck would be too good altogether according to the rules of the game we are playing. We found out from Mr. Green and B.P.'s that she is due back here tomorrow noon and that Beck is waiting for us. We spent a rotten day with the usual rotten type of B.P. clerks, but as I managed to bum a very fine bed in the dormitory on the hill I was reconciled to their company to say the least. It was fine to get into a real bed for a change after the terrible nights on the 'Awa'. She is tied up to the wharf now waiting for the France to get in at last so she can tie up along side of her and move the dunnage we are carrying into her. Tuesday, October 11. (Kalunbangra). About eleven o'clock when Hannibal and I were out rowing in the harbor with a shark line trailing out behind us we saw a crew of three Polynesians