afternoon when all three of us were working at the skinning bench they rose up and poured down on the sac sac roof of the cook-house. January 29th. Hamlin went up the mountain for the morning shooting. It was our last gesture. To him, as far as the mountain is concerned, goes the honor of being the first and the last, Alpha and Omega. What is an additional stroke of fortune he returned with a crested pigeon (sacred and terrible syllables) and two redbreasts. With this final contribution our list is swelled to 612 birds of 49 species ending the first month. What we had, in rather a joking way, aimed for, was to have acquired 50 yellow-bibbed doves by the end of our stay. This bird has always been a rare one, and as its range is in the highest altitude of every island in which it occurs, it has a glamor of difficulty about it. Today we have just that num- ber, 50. We are likely to purchase large silk hats and wear them as we walk abroad in the next tropical town! For the afternoon Dr. Drowne had invited the natives from near and from far to a final parting fiesta, or sing sing. They began appearing early in the morning with their pickanninies and maris, squatting and lolling about the camp area waiting for the joyous moment when the food was to be passed out. A sapling stand about twenty feet long was erected between our shack and the cook-house. As the groups of Kanakas arrived they