distant ocean- a day which in itself is only the most recent of a numberless chain. That is why, perhaps, with the natives there is no calendar. The year has no number nor the month a name. Time, at least that slight obeisance that is payed to it, is exacted in moons. So many moons. Some event that happened long ago happened by moons and moons. A very long time is moons and moons and moons. This is expressed with an accompanying gesture which means at the same time, what on earth is the difference? Watching the sky, watching the days go by, watching the natives, and listening to the sounds in the valley, it is not a difficult thing to understand. January 15th. The English partner of Mr. Fordyce was half expected today, but he didn't appear. Hamlin conceived the idea of going to Kokere. He set out after breakfast with a gun. He walked and walked for a very long time, but he never got to Kokere. He had a perfect day rainless from sunrise to sunset, and obtained a view which might be obtained not more than once in a lifetime on Bougainville with all its mists and clouds. He looked about eighty miles up the island past the Kronprinzen chain, past a long flat plateau into the peaks of the other chain. Spread out before him from near and from far were the trailing wisps of smoke from a host of native villages. Many of these have never been visited by white men, and some, undoubtedly, have never decided what a man like a white man was. The distance Hamlin traversed was somewhat greater