the dinghy and succeeded in getting three kingfishers, which he thinks are all different kinds. As soon as he came back we weighed anchor and headed out to sea under a light breeze to look for some shearwaters which Mr. Beck sighted last evening. We skinned the terns that were killed last night, and Dr. Drowne made water color drawings of the three kingfishers. It was a fine day all day, and we drifted around between Ariel Cove and Gizo, but sighted no shearwaters. In the evening we anchored at Sand Fly Cove, Ku- lambangra, a pretty little harbor at the mouth of a small slowly flowing stream. There is no habitation at this point, but on the north side of the stream there is the garden of a native who lives further to the eastward. He visited the France several times during our stay and was very friendly. On one occasion he brought out in his canoe besides his four pickaninnies an assortment of lemons, bananas, cocoanuts, pineapples, which he traded for some biscuits and calico. On Monday he and another native made a final visit bringing with them two live ground doves caged up in a box. Mr. Beck paid him three shillings for them and gave him another box in hopes of having him catch some more to bring over to Gizo with him when the France calls in to meet the steamer a fortnight hence. Monday, October 17th. Along the river adjoining the garden of the native proved to be a splendid spot for birds. Monday's collecting brought in four different kinds of kingfishers ranging in size from the small inky