horizon. Oh, blessed cradle of flowers, who pushed you out upon the wide and mercenary stream of travel to be fin- gered in by such Nordic travelling prudes as we? Aloha! Thursday, August 4th. (At Sea). Ship's log 408 miles. Friday, August 5th. (At Sea). Ship's log 417 miles. Saturday, August 6th. (At Sea). Ship's log 433 miles. Sunday, August 7th. (At Sea). Ship's log 411 miles. Monday, August 8th. (At Sea). Ship's log 417 miles. Tuesday, August 9th. (At Sea). Ship's log 407 miles. Wednesday, August 10th. (At Sea). Thursday, August 11th. (At Sea). Ship's log 407 miles. Arrived in the harbor of Suva, Fiji Island, shortly after breakfast. The harbor is a natural harbor and is protected by a circular outlying reef. It is infested with sharks who faithfully follow each ship right up to its berth at the wharf and hang around waiting for the rubbish that is thrown over. As the boat was being worked into her position along side of the long government quay it was possible to see groups of Fiji natives awaiting or loafing under the shade of the warehouse roof. They were evidently pure samples of the unadulterated Fiji stock, very black, the color of coal tar, with tremendous crops of thick hair standing straight up in the air from eight inches to a foot. They were beautiful examples of physical develop- ment, tall and heavily built, and their characteristic dress was a shirt to cover their trunks from their waist upwards with a loose petticoat colored in many different