carried because they were babies themselves. They were very little and stared at us in genial inactivity. The chief seemed to be the only one engaged in unequivocal industry. Hannibal bought a magnificent piece of tapa from one of the women. Then we started off on our journey in the car. They drive ridiculously slow in Fiji, generally holding to twelve miles an hour and never going above fifteen under any circumstances. We droned along up hills, by pineapple plantations, banana plantations, along stretched of tangled tropical woodlands at such a slow rate that it was almost impossible not to fall asleep in the car. There were hardly any settlements on the course of the drive. Towards the town of Rewa, however, we came to a bird sanctuary, a butcher's slaughter house, a botanical reservation, and a dairy, at intervals of about five miles. Finally we came to the flat boat ferry that takes the cars over the river from the Suva side to the Rewa township. This is a cable ferry and is operated by the commissioner of highways. It pulls itself across by means of a steam donkey engine, which is fastened to the deck of the flat boat. The crossing lasts for only five minutes. On the other side of the river the town of Rewa had little to offer except its sugar refining mill. This mill, which is truly very large, is one of the six on the Fiji Island. It is supplied by the plantations, which stretch out on both sides of the river and the cane is carried down in large barges towed by tugs. From the