the smallnesses. If this sounds as though I was trying to make a hero of Dr. Drowne it is only half of it. I don't see how a man can do more than he that is beautiful and fine and decent in any life anywhere under any circumstances. Dr. Drowne, in having no companionship on board, would let off steam in a few drinks ashore, when in about every two months the vessel came to a place where there was some company. He would get a little buzz on, even as you and I, which was probably the only way in which he endured the situation at all. In a sort of arch way, as I have mentioned, Beck would capitalize this, running Drowne down as a bit of a boozer to the local people, boasting about his own abilities, and ordering Dr. Drowne to do this and that in order to impress them with his own importance. As Drowne was too much of a gentleman to answer in any way Beck came off each time with an apparent victory. Nobody will ever know the truth of the story. The stuff that is sent to the Museum is no medium because all of it that is the best, no matter who collected it, no matter who thought of it, is bound to have Beck's name on it. Hicks at present can skin birds quite as well as Beck as Dr. Murphy knows. He can collect as many and climb as far when he is feeling like it, which, at present, because he is deathly fed up, he refuses to do under the present leadership. It would be impossible to make a compendium of all the thoughtless and stupid things that