of the best specimens, and placing them in a laundry bag after neatly rearranging the clefts from which we had taken them, we returned with great stealth and secrecy to the ship. On Monday Mr. Beck and I went up the small river in the dinghy, Hamlin's leg which became infected last week not permitting him to do any work. The birds were very thick on both sides of us in the high trees. We could hear the yellow-bibbed dove at one time, but couldn't locate him. We saw and shot a small heron, yellow honey suckers, red-throated honey suckers, white- eyes, blackheads, starlings, a long-tailed swift, long-tailed doves, brown fantails, a common dove, common swifts, and wagtails. It was a fine day and the birds were remarkably grouped along the river bank. The singing in the trees sounded like the bird house in the zoo. It was evident that birds from all altitudes were present and that it would be a matter of good luck or bad luck as to what we would take in. The interesting event of the morning was Mr. Beck's shooting of a perfectly black thickhead, not a spot of yellow appearing on him anywhere. This makes the fifth type of plumage shown by that bird since we have been on the island. At noon we bade farewell to Mrs. MacEachrean, who has been a regular guardian angel to us and loaded us with fruits, milk, eggs, and bounties of every description, and headed for Mundi Mundi. Tuesday, November 15th to Thursday, November 17th.