trail, winding over a series of grass-covered hills fringed with a few young cocoanut palms, led us in to the village of Kino. It was incredible the manner in which our carriers negotiated the tortuous and slippery trail under their heavy loads. From Chiri, Bakawari, and Mokontoro, the Kanakas had come down early in the morning to commence their work which was to bring them each a shilling and a stick of tobacco. At the plantation store where Dr. Drowne had assembled our equipment into weights of a hundred odd pounds the Kanakas, under the direction of Barandi, the Tul Tul of Sirwana, bound their loads to poles with strips of bark and moni vines. They were very amusing, these fellows, as they tested the weight of each load and bandied with one another as to who should take the heaviest ones. They made the haul to Kino with only one real rest- which was taken at our command- and I believe they would have preferred to have gone without it. I watched their straining, sweating shoulders as they strung out ahead of us on the trail, and wondered when they would collapse. They never did. They kept going like immortal engines, scaling up mud inclines more slippery than gelatine, fording rock-bottomed rivers, and crashing through marsh grass higher than their breasts. Sometimes they grunted as they dug up a steep hill, and sometimes they labored on in silence.