reached out of the harbor with a fleet of small 136 craft a mile long strung out behind us on the end of lines. Friday, December 2nd to Monday December 5th. Kalia, Fauro Islands. Mr. Pennock, estate manager of Kalia, came on board and welcomed us to his place. He is a gaunt, dark featured man, a cinema prototype of a South Sea Island plantation manager. He has amassed an extraordinary amount of incorrect infor- mation on every subject under the sun, and, indeed has at one time or another been to every part of the earth that the sun shines upon. He fought in the Boer War, drove teams for the Grand Trunk R. R. in Canada, sailed as mate on a Seattle three master, and owned a peach ranch in Manitoba. In regard to the latter he expressed himself with considerable humor. "I owned a peach ranch in Manitoba", he said. "I own it still. A fellow came to me and said he had a peach ranch in Manitoba. Said he wanted to sell it cheap and quick. I bought it from him without even looking at it. When I saw it I found that the worms had gotten into the trees. I watched the peaches fall to the ground, rotten before they were half ripe. A rancher nearby had a look at the place. He said the only cure for the trees was to chop them up and burn them. I'd have sooner chopped cordwood. Get money for chopping cordwood." During our stay at Kalia he was, as all these people are, very kind to us. On Sunday he had all