ship found him a couple of hours after dark and led him back to the ship to his supper and a comfortable night's rest. It is no joke getting bushed under the circumstances that exist in our routine, for we eat very little until evening and count heavily for our energies on the pros- pect of an abundant supper. To go without this or to lose the trail after the time that the system expects to receive this food meets an abnormal and unquiet men- tal condition. In leaving Ganonga we are leaving an island whose inhabitants are kind, intelligent, industrious, and possess a great skill in woodcraftsmanship, lore, gar- dening, and hunting. It would be difficult to find an island whose indigenous peoples could be more satisfac- tory to a professional visitor of any sort than this one. Wednesday, October 26th to Saturday, October 30th. Simbo, Renovo. After spending Wednesday morning cruis- ing in a fairly turbulent sea we arrived at the island of Simbo, or Renovo, east and south of Ganonga. Simbo is a small island, being approximately six miles long and four wide. There are really several small islands in the group all improperly going under the name of one of them, Simbo, a very small one and dissociated from Renovo proper by a lagoon of hot springs. But as all of them are called Simbo in the Solomons so shall they all go under that title here. The one large and comfortable anchorage is the location of a plantation belonging to a man named Green,