liberty and innocence that one associates with the Pacific- that one associates with a sea bird on a log whose flight has just been seen and is expected again at any moment. As the Aorangi swung slowly into the harbor a large gang of native diving boys plunged in the water and swarmed around her starboard quarter anxious to demonstrate their skill in salvaging a coin that might be thrown over to them by a curious passenger. There were far more native artists in the water than there were patrons who would pay to see them perform and most of them swam ashore sadly after an hour or so of shouting and beckoning from under the water line. The harbor front of Honolulu is maintained in a thoroughly neat and sanitary condition. Next to the pier to which the Aorangi made herself fast was the pier of the U.S. Army. Here the U.S.A.T. Somme, a well-painted and well-designed craft of several thousand tons, was moored. In the background it was possible to see the arsenals and stores of the garrison. Near them the company streets of the bivouacked battalion stretched out in orderly alternation. Hannibal and I got in a taxi and drove to the Moanna Hotel at Waikiki Beach. On the way over, which led through a very pretty and well-constructed marine driveway, we noticed an aeroplane hangar on which was painted the sign "See the Island of Oahu for $12". We continued looking at that sign very long and very hard. The Moanna Hotel proved to be a pride to the pro-