from beginning to end. The pigeon sat in a tree along the course of the trail and was shot at three times, each time changing its position. The final shot at the final tree finally finished it sufficiently to upset it from the branch it then occupied. But although it was now a dead bird it had only changed its position an inch and a quarter. Hanging by its tail it gazed down upon us from an altitude of forty feet, directly over a ridge graded eleven inches to the foot. Three quarters of an hour's operations brought Ona to a point on the tree where he could barely reach the bird with a hurriedly constructed bamboo pole. As he extended the stick the body of the bird tumbled down the side of the ridge, leaving the tail pirouetting slowly in the breeze. The tail did not take kindly to the separation, however, and a second or two afterwards took a glidelike coast far over the ravine and out of sight. Somewhere below us was a crested pigeon and a crested pigeon's tail. Half and hour later we found the pigeon, or rather Ona did, but the crested pigeon's tail has gone as an offering to the gods. January 21st. No hunting today. Marking the termination of three week's work, we counted up our results into statistics. On Friday we had accumulated 372 birds representing 40 species, 1700 land snails, 126 frogs, 15 snakes, 16 fruit bats of four species, 2 iguanas, 15 geckos and lizards, and 600 odd insects. There are, undoubtedly, diametrically opposed schools of thought on the proper method of collecting