the main street in the process of their Sunday evening stroll. They were a ratty-looking outfit. We probably were not inspecting the best citizens, but even what we saw were a distinctly inferior and mothy-looking crowd of people. Their clothes were sloppy, their expressions fatuous, their bearing and poise like old speckled codfish too weary to swim. We went back to the ship early in the evening for want of anything better to do and went to bed. Monday, August 15th. (Auckland, New Zealand). Starting out again in the morning Hannibal and I journeyed to the showrooms of the firm of Fowlds Ltd., where we each bought an overcoat to protect us from the extremely in- clement weather. Then we proceeded on our way to the museum. They are building a new museum on the hill in Auckland as a memorial to the men killed in the war. It has not been finished yet, however, and the material which belongs to the city is still installed in the old quarters. Doctor Buck, the half Maori scientist we met in Honolulu, has been responsible, along with other men in Auckland, for collecting a splendid assortment of Maori relics, which are at present unequaled in any other place in the world. We saw the carved meres, or god-sticks, taiahas, or short spears, treasure boxes, bowls, urns, calabashes, curved funnels, and Atua statues, or statues of the figures which the Maori worshipped and conceded all the power of divinity. Most impressive of all was the long war canoe known