and although one peak is charted at 2000 feet, it lies, as do all the other more elevated territories, in the southern part. We made entrance to Moli and circled the outer reef into the shelter of the island, anchoring just east of the NW promontory. The anchorage is a good one and is sheltered from the long ground swell, which hammers the beach of the native village a mile to the NE: In a general consideration of the anchorage after a week's work it is worthy of the highest praise. There are good trails going into the bush in many directions from behind the village, and one long trail leads from the village all the way to Tamba Tamba. The plantation, belonging to the Choiseul Bay Company, located on Moli Island, is in a bad state of repair, and is operated by a boss Malaita boy. He is a lazy fellow and the men under him do practically nothing. But the natives of the village are very helpful. There are no more than forty souls among them, nor are they living on a very high grade of civilization, even for natives. But they are growing the native fruits and vegetables, and besides having gardens of a couple of acres in clearing, they practice the use of the bow and arrow with considerable skill, on one occasion I know of bringing down a cockatoo and a red parrot. The village is missionized, and we saw several nygnali nut puddings hanging up in their leaf bindings, the Christmas offering to the mission teacher.