birds, specimens of which are slightly more plentiful. His attitude towards the shooting and towards the gun he uses is essentially heroic. In the evening after supper and at odd times during the day, I notice him practicing the British manual of arms under loudly self- inflicted orders. Whenever a group of Kanakas from another village are present, no matter if a bird is within sight or not, he will suddenly look very hard at a dis- tant tree and disappear in a menacing manner. The manual of arms he has probably picked up from the police boys in Rabaul or Kieta, while a man with a gun is, I suppose, an eye-full at any time in the forests and glades of the Kanakas. In the evening Hamlin returned with what will, with- out any doubt, remain on the records of the expedition as the most preposterous and most valuable day's work. He was almost apologetic about it. Dr. Drowne and I were still at work in the cook- house when he came into the camp. The dialogue went something like this. "Well, hello, Ham. What sort of a day did you have?" "Oh, not so bad. Not too bad." (A pause). "What did you get?" I turned around as I said this and I am sure I saw him blushing. "Well, I got a couple of your crested pigeons. Pretty lucky, I--" "Crested pigeons? You did? Gee whiz!" This intelligence broke up the operations of Dr. Drowne and myself.