But for the most part they chattered back and forth 198 up and down the column in their shrill staccato tongue and laughed at jokes that one of them, a very small fellow under a gigantic load, was continually making on the others. When they at last came within earshot of our destination they set up a great catcall- ing and shouting which echoed and reechoed from the valleys and cliffs, and was answered by their friends in the village. They were very polite- they only asked for three shillings and three sticks of tobacco when we lined them up before they set out to return to their villages. They were very polite and accepted one shilling and one stick with the same smile and in the same breath. As for the village of Kino- it has a legend about its origin. A great many hundreds of years ago some Kanakas coming down the trail decided to halt and make camp until the rain let up. These men were the founders of the village of Kino and ancestors of all the present inhabitants. If one could not call Kino a distinguished communi- ty one could at least call it a distinct one. There are eight native houses fenced off in a square court, a shed for small pigs, and, outside the fence, an immense taro garden. There is also "House Belong Kieppe" and a "House Belong Boys Belong Kieppe". We made ourselves at home in the former while our four boys