March 7. We made Bonis at Bute Pass age at nine and were immediately commandeered to carry a sick man to Rieta - very ill with malignant malaria. So we left for points south as soon as possible and got back to Numa Numa before dark. It is the worst case of fever that I have ever seen. March 8. Off for Rieta at daybreak with the patient apparently better; but the poor wretch died about two hours before our arrival. I found both the Doctor and G.R., camped in Tom Etery's house. They sent another cable to AM NH yesterday, applying for more money & particulars about our future. G.R. returned to Numa. The Doctor & I slept at Rieta, the guests of the local merchant. March 9 - After the funeral of our deceased friend I walked over to Numa. The case of George Ganday, the unfortunate Frenchman who died before my eyes, is one that illustrates a phase of island life. He had been a heavy drinker and under the stress of hard work with picky diet he collapsed. G.R. was at Numa in good