(136) contribute a good bag of thickheads, and red-billed kingfisher, and one long-tailed pigeon. Species of graybirds, the blackhead, snow fantail, and both tailed (white-headed) and gray-headed flycatchers, are the only other species of the more common birds that are found above 2000 feet. The black honeysucker is also present - and the white-eye; these last two command the whole range of every large island. None of us have yet seen any pigmy parrots; the thrush is certainly not present. July 28 - clean until the afternoon when heavy fog and light rain set in again. Charlie got two white-throated pigeons. I saw another but disturbed it before I could shoot. You come upon them roosting calmly in low trees, right in front of your face; I haven't been able to sneak up on one yet. David shot a crested pigeon to compensate for one I missed. They usually respond and come to calling, but set down so high up in the fog that it is only a lucky shot that will bring one down. The long-tailed dove attends imitation but the yellow-hib - no. The call of the white-throated pigeon is a low two-note coo - something similar to the wellow sound that the common gray pigeon makes, when it is contented with life. This has been the best day for variety; several blackheads and thickhead were added. Heavy rain most of the night. July 29 - This day being Sunday we did not venture out far. David and I had a wash in the forest where streams poured everywhere. Shot a yellow-bis dove and a red-billed tyrannus, nex which came too near the camp. They don't know it's Sunday. Kokava came up for a chat and took down all the birds. July 30 - Rain again all day. We made the best we could out of this No-Man's Land by a few thickheads and another little kingfisher. The camp is slowly reaching saturation again. July 31 - Rain - a splendid title for any play, novel, poem, or memoir of the tropics; the very essence in a word. Waited until ten o'clock and then we cleared out. I sent Charlie down yesterday afternoon to bring up the top from the village if the rain continued this morning. David and I hunted until the early afternoon - another dove and two more kingfishers. We packed up and got down to the ship by dark. Teora had collected about 20 birds, between the crops. The world seems to be streaming.