149 while four of us were attempting to read, spat on the floor, threw matches on the table, grunted and shifted, shook, scratched, and leaned, and made more noise and disturbance than an orchestra of twenty monkeys. This experience with him reminded me of a similar one going up Hamilton Inlet in Labrador with a padre called Father O'Brien. If it was not that one of my dearest friends was a Catholic priest I would be tempted to damn the whole lot of them and their whole organiza- tion for a bunch of impressionable children; but as it is, as well as the one I know is, unselfish to the highest degree, I shall say nothing, and ask them not to decide to leave home quite as often. We spent the day cruising down the coast of Boug- ainville, passing the islands of Ballale, Nusakoa, Nusave, Kuvuvulu, and Taurato. We rounded Cape Friend- ship in the middle of the afternoon and in the evening anchored a few miles south of Koromira Point. The great mountains of Bougainville, which we had seen often on clear days from different anchorages on Choiseul, were now very close by. The two highest, Bonmartini Berg and Taroka Berg, stood up like ladders to Heaven, green and damp and covered with dreams. It kept on raining most of the night but at four in the morning of Sunday the clouds scattered, the moon, at present on the wane, burst through and cast a spell of its own upon the mountains. Sunday dawned bright and clear. We got away at