The natives live in little groups of family villages laid out near their gardens. Their shacks are built in line on a bare dirt square, in the fashion of a military garrison. Each one has its own chief, or family head, and is self-sufficient to itself. The codes of these family groups are not necessarily the same, but the people of the island vary only little in appear- ance. The men and women are content to wear only loin cloths and the evidences of missionizing are few and far between. As usual the natives of this island showed great interest in the France and came out to the ship in the evenings to watch the process of skinning and wrapping. They seemed to be considerably more proud and offish than the natives of Ganonga, and outside of a few attempts at marketing, such as a trade in bananas, one or two snakes, and one or two bags of megapode eggs, they made few attempts to assist our enterprises. David something-or-other, a very wise black man, who escorted me on my first day's collecting, presented me with a fat bunch of green bananas, and when they begin to ripen I shall give up prayers to the devil-devils for his salvation. He also sold me a dozen blades of tortoise shell for ten sticks of tobacco. The collecting on this island is a complicated matter. On Renovo a shot inevitably crashes over the tree you are shooting at into a native garden and brings shouts of alarm. To the east of Mr. Polson's house there is a hill which rises to the height of a thousand