voices in Xanadu. Here it is nowhere possible to see 75 over the forest down over the island, for in the one or two open places that can be found on the three miles of trail along the ridge the white battlement of fog obscures everything. This, the first day on the mountain top, was occu- pied largely in exploration. We descended to forty-two hundred feet on the opposite side and blazed another tree, being then about half way between Kupei and Kokere. Returning up the mountain Cumbai disclosed another trail which crosses a short ridge crowned with pandanus trees and comes to the source of the river passing beneath our camp. Here it is a trickling brook petticoating over flat rocks and moss. The birds, on account of the ubiquitous fog in these high places, are difficult to see and to shoot. They sing very little and their figures, outlined against the fog in the vague and indefinable trees and bushes, are hard to orient for aiming, and, in case the aim and the shot are successful, still harder to retrieve. The natives proved invaluable for this purpose and I am sure what fortune our expedition will have will be due almost entirely to them. The day's work brought in one thrush, one redbreast, five yellow-bibbed doves, some graybirds, and some fly- catchers. The climb up and back making a day's work by itself. It was with great satisfaction and comfort that I returned to the less chilly altitudes of our camp and found good food, dry clothing, and a warm blanket under