were landed at Miwarika on the southern coast with supplies and trade articles estimated to last them a month. It was their intention to proceed slowly from one bush village to another staying long enough to pick up a recruit or two while the news of their presence and friendly intentions travelled ahead of them. Everything went well until Fordyce's partner came down with an acute attack of gastric malaria. Unable to move, and there being, indeed, no place to move to, Fordyce was forced to hang by and watch his partner sink through all the stages of delirium until he was severely wasted. The weeks went by, supplies and trading articles gave out, and the sick man was still too weak to be moved. After a two month's isolation Fordyce decided that his partner was well enough to be left alone while he tried to cross the mountains into Kieta for assistance. He obtained a few native carriers on promises to pay should they get back to civilization. Starting out on Wednesday morning it took him four days and part of a fifth to reach our camp, the news of which he had picked up in Kokere. The third day he injured his knees ford- ing one of the mountain rivers, and they became so swell- en that he could no longer walk. He had to be carried on a sapling stretcher from Kokere to our camp over the trail we use for collecting on the mountain. It was a pleasure to do anything for this man to whom the slightest things, a cigarette or a square meal, were nominal events. Dr. Drowne bound up his knees and