a rainless roof. January 2nd. Today was Hamlin's day on the mountain. I found myself very stiff from yesterday's climb, and wondered whether both of us could stand the gaff of our schedule for as long as we had planned. Spent the day skinning and making up what the camp had bagged yesterday, Dr. Drowne has ordered and arrang- ed the camp with a great deal of skill. On one side of the cook-house or the "House Belong Boys Belong Kieppe" he has laid out our skinning bench. The arsenic, cotton, bamboo strips, cornmeal, twine, needles, instruments, etc., are lined up here, while the mats for the boys to sleep on occupy the bamboo rack on the opposite side. When the fire is going for cooking it is placed in the center of the hut, and, of course, smokes up the place pretty badly. But even with the rain coming down and being blown about by the wind the three of us can operate effectively at the same time. The boys haul up the water from the spring down in the valley, bring in the firewood, cook the meals, wash the plates and cooking utensils, wash and dry our clothes, and police the ground around the camp. Bakki and Kokari are good workers, but the other two, being particularly fond of staring at the sky with their eyes closed, I am afraid will soon be asked to depart. Our relations with the few inhabitants of the village of Kupei, largely due to the tactful overtures of Dr. Drowne, are standing us in very good stead. A delegation comes over from the village every evening with taro, poi-