bathing and washing clothes. On the afternoon of the 19th I picked up a guide called Marco, and struck out up the basin of the most eastward stream. It was a rainy afternoon, and although I saw a small kingfisher, accomplished nothing more than obtaining some idea of the land, trails, and di- fections for the next day's hunting. Mr. Beck went half way up the near mountain(Koomba) and reported seeing some yellow-bibbed doves, thickheads, small parrots and fantails. Thursday, October 20th. Accompanied by Marco, my guide, who lives right on the shore of the ocean and has no particular reason for understanding the bush, I spent a very profitable day on the small mountain to the eastward of the settlement. The trail ascends immediate- ly on crossing the river and passes through a number of small gardens. These gardens, located at different altitudes, are invariably surrounded by tall trees and are excellent places for collecting. With the aid of Marco, who can find dead birds in the bush better than they can themselves, I managed to have a successful day. All the other hunters went exploring on their own hook or alone with guides, and in the evening at mess we were all able to get a very good picture of the bush trails, where they led, and what birds could be expected on them. Mr. Beck had gone almost to the top of Koomba, Dr. Drowne had taken a slightly different path on the same mountain, Hicks had gone to westward, and Hamlin