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feet on the Solomon Island chart, but it turned out to be
slightly over 2500 by altimeter. We started at
seven o'clock in the morning and came to the end of the
trail at ten. That was a 2000 foot climb in three
hours. The trail was steep and I, for one, was all in
when we came to the end of it. At this point the moun-
tain rains came down on us and we started blazing our
own trail to the top. There is no trail at all to the
top, nor, indeed, a trail of any sort in the direction
of the top above five hundred feet elevation before
the France came in.
The summit of the ridge which we attained at noon-
time is narrow and somewhat different from the mountain
I was on Monday. It is the centre of a number of
sharp ridges radiating out on all sides and becomes
very confusing as far as direction goes. Hamlin and
Mr. Beck each got a yellow-bibbed dove apiece, and all
of us roamed off by ourselves, making the descent each
in his own humor. It rained heavily all the way down,
making the day's work exceedingly sterile as far as
specimens were concerned. But the experience was in-
valuable sentimentally speaking, for the climb was
steeper than any I have ever been on, probably steeper
than any I shall ever go on again.
Hamlin had the misfortune to get bushed again.
Coming down he was the last to leave the summit, and the
heavy rains that overtook him washed away all signs of
the trail we had made. The searching party from the