(102) seen by me during our stay above 8000 feet were black- winged pigeons and a white-footed kingfisher. (The camp last night was at 7300 feet). Before arriving at a sort of look-out from which you can see the bald peaks to the NE of the crater and its smoke, we came to a clearing with a flat stone in the center. A large piece of liuwoi (wood) was planted at one end. This, the tul-tul, explain- ed to me, covered the bones of two Hanna men who had first broken the trail we were using. Starting a route down the other side they had ventured up and never returned. A few years after another party went up, and found the skeletons of the original blazers. Evidently they had perished from hunger. And as they buried the bones. It is the custom to burn corpses just at sun-up - when the first rays appear and to bury the remains. So only half a funeral was accorded these gentle- men. All this happened about 20 years ago as far as I could ascertain - in the "German time." This explained the evidences of the trail having been once broken - the pas-pas stumps and the remains of shelters. Indeed, from the "look-out" the trail looked as though it did con- tinue down the other side. Just below to the west lay a large mass with a considerable amount of visible water. No mid-life apparent. The bunch of natives waited at the "look-out" place while Hicks and Pathu and I journeyed on to the summit. It took us three hours to climb about 500 feet, over a distance of about a mile. The scrub just below the bare, crusted ground of the crater was the thickest and hardest to break through I have ever seen. You had to fight it. The final