seven pigmy parrots, green. In response to the announcement that the France is looking for specimens of all sorts, the natives are bringing on board a host of material for sale and bar- ter. Live ground doves, snakes, frogs, nahli nuts, bananas, paw paw, live possums, corn, yams, and snails, are being dumped on deck every minute, in an admirable confusion of what is destined for the museum with what is destined for the stomachs of the people on board. It has been a most fertile anchorage for the assemblage of every possible native grown or native produced thing. It is interesting to watch Mr. Beck going about this business. He pays the natives for their troubles in whatever medium they desire. Some take tobacco, others calico, others biscuits, others money, and so on. The humor of the thing is intense in the evening when the most of them come out in their canoes loaded with the day's catch. As they come, climb aboard, the dia- logue runs something like this: Mr. Beck: "What you feller catchem in thet bag?" Native: "Catchem snake." Mr. Beck: "Big feller snake?" Native: "Oh, Master, he big feller too much." Mr. Beck: "Four biscuits." Tuesday, October 25th. Hamlin and I spent the whole day in making a very long climb. That is, very long for us. We started out to get to the top of the mountain that Mr. Beck has already climbed to within five hundred feet of the top. It is put down as 2000