by the bright green of cocconut branches- an effect 145 which, much as I am disenchanted with the sight of all cocoanuts, undoubtedly adds a softness and an atmosphere of refuge to the place. Faisi is the furthest outstation of the British Solomons to the north and west. It is the last port of call for the steamer, the only other government dépot in addition to Tulagi, and the port of clearance for the western Solomons. It is, similar to Tulagi, visited at far distant intervals by the Norwegian copra ships. According to the always to be doubted advice of Pennock, the plititudinous planter, the Mataram hove up out of the horizon in the afternoon against the blue mists of Fauro. She docked at five, bringing with her mail and some old friends. There was the corpulent Captain Voy, the purser, Jordan, the "sparks", Long John, the bath steward's apprentic, Blueie, the bartender, and Hutchinson, the former third and present chief mate. It was nice to see familiar faces again and hear the latest gossip of the Malaita massacre. Things have quieted down evidently. The volunteers of the punitive expedition, who set out from Tulagi, have all returned, having done little more than enjoy a pleasant outing. The ringleader of the massacre, four native chiefs, and forty native prisoners were taken by native police boys with some help from the crew of the Adelaide. But the adventure