The faces of the tombs themselves have figures 114 cut in them in stone, and at one tomb there was a single cleft with a single skull in it, that of a warrior chief, or "Big Feller Master", as our native put it. He explained in pidgin English that the clefts were made by hewing with the metal picked up where thunderbolts had struck. However, it was accomplished. The work must have been arduous and required a long time and a great number of workers. The first tomb visited had one cleft, the second two, and the third four. It was possible to catch passing glimpses of others, however, located at indis- criminate places back of the vines and bush, and the heavier trunks of trees. Our native was ready enough to guide us to the first, but hesitated tremendously about the third, saying, "Oh, this feller he taboo too much". He was uneasy during the time of our visit and was glad to get it over. Afterwards Hicks and I ex- plored the bush to a point three miles north of the tomb in search of a pig. There were many trails in the wet mud, but no pigs. After spending the second day (Tuesday) exploring the swamp on the northern side of the plantation, shooting a heron, a thickhead, a few brown fantails, kingfishers, and white-eyes, Mr. Beck sent Hicks and me off to camp. We started on Wednesday morning in the dinghy with provisions to last until Saturday night. We rowed east to the mouth of the river and took the right fork (the one I do not advise taking) at the