The visit of these men seem to do Dr. Drowne good. He became interested in the trading, sitting up and tak- ing his first full cup of Bovril. We have added two vegetables to the list of food it is possible to get from the natives. One is kow kow, an exceedingly appetizing substitute for potato somewhat lighter in substance. The other is pumpkin. A gigantic specimen of this dignified vegetable was brought in to us today, but I do not know whether it was grown in the Kupei taro garden or in the garden of one of the lower villages. It is the natural thing for travellers to exclaim, "far better than potato!", or, "far better than tomato!", whenever the local substitute is presented to them. In spite ofthis I extend a degree of tanta- mouncy to the kow kow, while the pumpkin, a corpulent and blushing thing, will be allowed to speak for itself. Dr. Drowne is definitely on the road to recovery. His temperature is back to normal and this morning he eate his first real meal. The septic poisoning on my legs seems to be recovering as well, and I started back_ on my shift up the mountain. The post lunar storms are still continuing. Many trees have been blown over on the trail, and it is now necessary to make a series of detours into the bush and back on the trail again. But the trail itself is, I suppose, nothing more than the history of detours, and stood when we first saw it only as the most recent of an evolution of changes destined to continue as long as